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Marc Broussard "Rolling down the road, Guitar packed in the trunk... Going nowhere, Somewhere around mile marker 112, I gotta jones in my bones before we know, Papa started hummin' the funk... We were singing this melody... Stop the car pulled out the guitar, Halfway to New Orleans... Said take me home... Take me home... When I realized we had nothing to fear... Could feel the sun about to rise, It's just me and my daddy and a kid named Cope, Making music that nobody would hear... And then the sun let up and it split the night, Spillin' over our jubilee... Ten thousand cars by the side of the road, Groovin' far as the eye can see... Said take me home... Take me home... Said take me home... Said take me home... This Greyhound is delta bound mama, Baby boy finally found, Said this Greyhound is delta bound mama, Said take me home... Baby boy done finally found his way home... Here we go, Hot damn you should have felt the groove, Like I was swimming in a sea of soul... And we was all about to lose control... The sun was rising and the day was hot, My daddy turned his face up towards the sky, I felt the crowd breathe in and I closed my eyes, And we disappeared into the groove... And I knew that there was nothing to lose... Said take me home... Said take me home... Said take me home... Take me home... You don't know nothin' about this... Straight from the water... Straight from the water, children... Said take me home... (repeat)"Take me home... |
