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 days, 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 wanna be free, I can say someday I will be

You can say I wanna be free, I can say someday I will be

When I catch a common cold, wanna 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, wanna hear a slide guitar
When I'm feeling loose and right, go riding in my automobile
Boney Maroney and Peggy Sue, got the rocking pneumonia, got the boogy-woogy flu, hey
Hold my soul, said I'm sure enough fond of my rock 'n roll, good God
Looky here, looky here, woo