The James Gang

Big hair, doesn't really care
Says what is on his mind and shares
And makes room for everyone to be there
Everybody's there

Little one can hold her own
Doesn't need anyone to hold her down
Doesn't want anyone to feel alone and she shows
Everyone around, that they can be there

Rippin down the road making dirt into dust and flying
Back through the door that they made out of nowhere and
Letting it go when the others want to hold it back and
This is the way of the crew they call the James Gang

Out there in the open field
Don't have to fear, don't have to feel
Like anyone can tell them when to be real
Or how they're supposed to be

Crazy hair, too loud, don't care
Don't have to behave like someone's there
Don't have to say all the things, don't have to prepare
Leave it there to see, and we can be there

Rippin down the road making dirt into dust and flying
Back through the door that they made out of nowhere and
Letting it go when the others want to hold it back and
This is the way of the crew they call the James Gang



Credits
Writer(s): Ted Leavitt
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