American Goldwing

Oh mama I been talkin' to those western stars They give me comfort at night, right lyin' in the back of the car And I can see your face in the place that I go when I'm there Me and Jimmy and the boys runnin' dark up in the mountain air, yeah Got a co

I've been feelin' in the way Kinda underfoot on a Saturday Sun it don't mean to hurt I guess But the bright lights are harsh when your trying to rest I know youve been wokring some overtime In your granddads kitchen trying to make a dime The old joke

Now if you're gunna play your games with me Like the leaf in the top of a tree You better watch your step when you're comin back down From the city on out to the sea And if your brothers come after me With their horses so wild and so free I'll be wai