You left your heart in jackson, a woman and son. And headed to tennessee through 61. With a pack of cigarrets and jamaican rum. The only thing you said was "see you soon".
Driving through the plains you finally feel released Back from where you came You left your crazy patterns drawn on my sheets. Before you jump with tom from the oxford bridge
A legend says you were whistling north country blues The only thing that was found was your spanish boots Sailing in the sea, you finally feel released. You may return someday as a summer breeze.
