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LET THE MUSIC TAKE ME HOME


I was born in the tail end of Dixie
when my mama was a little too young
My daddy wore blue so my mama did too
that?s how the Yankees won
They were both just a couple of gypsies
when the American dream was a goal
they spun a bottle of beer
and I ended up here
in the Midwest cold

Daddy was a hurricane hunter
flew into the eye of the storm
I?ve got a Southern soul
but I?m a lot like him
I work my troubles out alone
Lord let the music take me home

These gypsy wings ain?t no good for flying
can?t walk on water but I keep on trying
The open road is where I belong
Lord, let the music take me home

I?ve got ten more days ?til I?m leavin?
nine more days to refuse
eight more hours ?til Friday night
and seven times seven ways I can lose
six more songs ?til I?m ready
five more stale cigarettes
four more people to worry about
I say worry not regret

My mother played concert piano
from her cage she taught me to be free
She slipped me some money and whispered
Honey go do it for me

These gypsy wings are coming undone
I?ve got to try them out while I?m still young
There?s an old Southern heartache I can feel in my bones
Lord let the music take me home