Suite for 20 G
Slipping away, what can I say?
Won't you stay inside me month of May?
And hold on to me golden day, slipping away
Sunshine on my wall
To keep my mind on the things I'm saying
Footsteps in the hall
To tell me I've been this way before, nevermore
Let it rain, sweet Mary Jane
Let it wash your love down all around me
Come inside and put it down, let it rain
I've been trying hard to find a way to let you know
That we can make it shine most all the time
This time 'round I'm searching down to where I used to go
And it's been on my mind to make it shine
You can say I wanna be free
I can say, someday I will be
You can say I wanna be free
I can say, someday I will be
When I catch a common cold
Wanna hear a saxophone
When I let the good times roll, baby
Slide me a bass trombone
Walk me down old Funky Street
Lord knows I feel good enough to eat, now
Hold my soul
Now, I'm sure enough fond of my rock 'n' roll
When I go to sleep at night
Wanna hear a slide guitar
When I'm feeling loose and right
Riding in my automobile
Boney Maroney and a-Peggy Sue
Got the rocking pneumonia, got the boogie-woogie flu
Baby, hold my soul
Said, I'm sure enough fond of my rock 'n' roll
Good God
Won't you stay inside me month of May?
And hold on to me golden day, slipping away
Sunshine on my wall
To keep my mind on the things I'm saying
Footsteps in the hall
To tell me I've been this way before, nevermore
Let it rain, sweet Mary Jane
Let it wash your love down all around me
Come inside and put it down, let it rain
I've been trying hard to find a way to let you know
That we can make it shine most all the time
This time 'round I'm searching down to where I used to go
And it's been on my mind to make it shine
You can say I wanna be free
I can say, someday I will be
You can say I wanna be free
I can say, someday I will be
When I catch a common cold
Wanna hear a saxophone
When I let the good times roll, baby
Slide me a bass trombone
Walk me down old Funky Street
Lord knows I feel good enough to eat, now
Hold my soul
Now, I'm sure enough fond of my rock 'n' roll
When I go to sleep at night
Wanna hear a slide guitar
When I'm feeling loose and right
Riding in my automobile
Boney Maroney and a-Peggy Sue
Got the rocking pneumonia, got the boogie-woogie flu
Baby, hold my soul
Said, I'm sure enough fond of my rock 'n' roll
Good God
Credits
Writer(s): James Taylor
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