Independence Day - Live at Fox Theatre, Atlanta, GA - 9/30/1978

It's a song called, ah, "Independence Day"

Well, Papa, go to bed now, it's getting late
Ain't no talking gonna change anything now
I'll be leaving in the morning from St. Mary's Gate
We wouldn't change this thing even if we could somehow

'Cause the darkness of this house has got the best of us
There's a darkness in this town that's got us too
But they can't touch me now, and you can't touch me now
They ain't gonna do to me what I watched them do to you

So say goodbye, it's Independence Day
All boys must run away come Independence Day
Well, say goodbye, it's Independence Day
All men must make their way come Independence Day

Well, Papa, I don't know what it always was with us
We chose the words, and yeah, we drew the lines
There was just no way this house could hold the two of us
I guess that we were just too much of the same kind

So say goodbye, it's Independence Day
It's Independence Day, all boys must run away
Well, just say goodbye, it's Independence Day
All men must make their way come Independence Day

Now, the rooms are all empty down at Frankie's joint
And the highway's deserted clear down to Breaker's Point
There's a lot of people leaving town, leaving their friends, their homes
At night, they walk that dark and dusty highway all alone

Well, Papa, go to bed now, it's getting late
Nothing we can say is gonna change anything now
Because there's different people coming down here now
And they see things in different ways
And soon everything we've known will just be swept away

So say goodbye, it's Independence Day
Papa, now I know the things you wanted that you could not say
But can't you just say goodbye? It's Independence Day
I swear I never meant to take those things away

Clarence Clemons on the saxophone