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Rolling down the road

Going no where

Guitar packed in the trunk

Somewhere around mile marker 112

Papa started humming the funk

I gotta Jones in my bones

Before I know

We be singing this melody

Stop the car

Pull out the guitar

Halfway to New Orleans

Said take me home

Home home home

Take me home home home home

Could feel sun about to rise

When I realized

We had nothing to fear

Just me and my daddy

And a kid named Cole

Playing music

That nobody could hear

And then the sun let up

And it split the night

Spilling over our jubilee

10 000 cars by the side of the road

Grooving far as the eye can see

Said take me home

Home home home

Take me home home

Home home

Said take me home

Home home home

Said take me home

Home home home

This greyhound is delta bound mama

Baby boy done finally found

Said this greyhound

Is delta bound mama

Baby boy done finally

Found his way home

Home home home

Said take me home home home home

Here we go

Hot damn you should've felt the groove

Like I was swimming in a sea of soul

The sun was rising and the day was hot

And we was all about to loose control

My daddy turned his

Face up towards the sky

And I knew that

There was nothing to loose

I felt the crowd breathe

In and I closed my eyes

And we disappeared into the groove

Said take me home

Home home home

Said take me home

Home home home

Take me home home

Home home

Said take me home

Home home home

Straight from the water

Straight from the water children

Straight from the water

Straight from the water children

Straight from the water

Straight from the water children

Straight from the water

You don't know nothing about this

Take me home home

Home home

Said take me home

Home home home

Said take me home

Home home home

Said take me home

Home home home

Said take me home

Home home home

Said take me home

Said take me home

Take me home

Said take me home

Said take me home