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
