about a year agoI set out on the roadSeekin'

me out a walking time the whistle starts a

the door, sun's a fallingPoke the fire, don't let

you accuse me, take a look at yourselfBefore you accuse

tonightGoin' to be tonightDon't you know I'm flyin'?Tonight,

Baby, won't you walk with me?Pagan Baby, Come on home

golly, Miss Molly, sure like to ballGood golly, Miss Molly,

in the city turns my head aroundNo, no, no,

take me back down where cool water flow, y’allLet

folks are born made to wave the flagOoh, they're

folks are born made to wave the flagOoh, they're

people laugh in the darkSome people cry aloneSome people talk

put a spell on youBecause you're mineYou better stopThe

been an awful long time since I been homeBut

I was born on a sunday; on thursday I

Traffic in the cityTurns my head aroundNo, no, no, no, noBacked

folks are born made to wave the flagOh, they're

You know the night time, oh, is the right timeTo be

coming out of the skyWon't you take me down

Long as I rememberThe rain been comin' downClouds of myst'ry pourin'Confusion