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 want to be free

I can say someday I will be

You can say I want to be free

I can say someday I will be

When I catch a common cold

want to 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

want to hear a slide guitar

When I`m feeling loose and right

Riding in my automobile

Boney Maroney and Peggy Sue

Got the rocking pneumonia, got the boogey-woogey flu

Baby, hold my soul. Said, I`m sure enough fond of my rock `n roll

Good God