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 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 Riding in my automobile Boney Maroney and a-Peggy Sue Got the rocking pneumonia, got the boogie-woogie flu Baby, hold my soul Said, I'm sure enough fond of my rock 'n' roll Good God