Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W.C. Handy ? won?t you
Got into a cab in New York City Was an Oriental man behind the wheel Started talking about heaven Like it was real Said, They got mansions in heaven
There?s a stranger in a car Driving down your street Acts like he knows who you are Slaps his hand on the empty seat and says ?Are you gonna get
Everybody talks about some fateful day And I guess that this was mine I may be here to tell some kind of story But I think it?s gonna take a little time
Baby I?ve been searching like everybody else Can?t say nothing different about myself Sometimes I?m an angel And sometimes I?m cruel And when it comes
I got 29 ways to make it to my baby?s door I got 29 ways to make it to my baby?s door And if she needs me bad I can find about two or three more I
Let?s go down to the sound tonight Tide is low and we can walk on water Reel me in under that starry light Just like the fisherman?s daughter Baby
My friends will ask me how I?m doin? But I just can?t lie to ?em Not feeling fine today I saw my dreams they were a Ship on the ocean now it Looks
Watched it coming up Winslow Down South Park Boulevard Yeah it was looking good from tail to hood Great big fins and painted steel Man it looked
Down by the boathouse at Shaker Lake When there wasn?t nothing but love to make They were two young lovers wishing on the stars above. Well, they carved
Baby let?s go below the surface See what we can find There?s no reason to be nervous ?Cause it happens all the time I don?t want to go up to the
