Hey mama,
I'm going on at nine o'clock
Athens, Georgia at the 40 watt
That's my name up on the marquee
Good to see you, then I'm gone like a tumbleweed
Rolled up blue jeans, greener grass
Guitar sound out the Marshall stack
And I miss those glory days
Cause I was born 40 years too late
Maybe right on time
Way back, never gonna see me again
Sweet like nothing, whisper in the wind
Rolling down the river like a lost map,
dot marked way
Playing with the band, staying up till dawn
Don't know what you're feeling till you hear it in a song
What you can't buy is better than a pocket full of change
Living that freeway
Living that freeway
Well I'm chasing something real Turnpike's playing outside of Mobile
Birdies working ag for the GCA Ella
just bought herself a cheap Mustang
And I still play bass Way back,
never gonna see me again
Sweet like nothing,
whisper in the wind Rolling down the river like a lost map,
dot
marked way Playing with the band,
staying up till dawn
Don't know what you're feeling till you hear it in a song
What you can't buy is better than a pocket full of change
Living that freeway
Living that freeway
Way back,
never gonna see me again Sweet like nothing,
whisper in the wind
Rolling down the river like a lost map,
dot marked way
Playing with the band,
staying up till dawn Don't know what you're feeling till you hear
it in a song What you can't buy is better than a pocket
full of change Yeah,
what you can't buy is better than a
pocket full of change
Living that freeway
Living that freeway Living that freeway