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, slippin' 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 want to be free I can say some day I will be When I catch a common cold I want to hear a saxophone When I let the good times roll Slide me a bass trombone Walk me down old funky street Lord knows I feel good enough to eat Hold my soul. I sure am fond of my rock and roll When I go to sleep at night I want to hear a slide guitar When I'm feeling loose and right Riding in my automobile Boney Maroney and Peggy Sue Rocking pneumonia and boogey-woogey flu Hold my soul. I'm sure enough fond of my rock and roll Good God