Top Songs By Freddy Weller
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freddy Weller
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joe South
Composer
Lyrics
First, your mama and your papa sent you to the finest school
Never let it be said that their little darlin' was a fool
So with a credit card in your good name
You were drawn like a moth to a flame
To the people of the night where you more or less lost your cool
You had 20 20 vision but still you were walking 'round blind
Yes and whether right or wrong, I'd still tag along behind
But you're flyin' too high for me and if this is how it's got to be
Then it's time to say you go your way, I'll go mine
It's been a gas but I'm gonna have to pass
These are not my people
These are not my people
Looks like the end my friend
Gotta get in the wind my friend
You found yourself naked in the world with no place to hide
Then you felt the pulse of your God and he had died
And all your rebels that have got no cause
And all your tigers that have got no claws
They promised you the world on a string but you know they lied
You said you'd be back in a black cadillac limousine
But I'm inclined to think it's not the kind you mean
'Cause when you fall down off your cloud
And you're just another face in the crowd
They're gonna throw you away like last weeks magazine
Party pals and sociable gals
These are not my people
These are not my people
Looks like the end my friend
Gotta get in the wind my friend
Looks like the end my friend
Gotta get in the wind my friend
Writer(s): Joe South
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