Scott Fitzgerald

Scott Fitzgerald

There's a cold front moving in
It's a shame, the things we're living in
There's a boy on the corner - he wears no black shoes
He sways to the rhythm of the rhythm and blues

There's a cold front moving in
It's a shame, the things we're living in
There's a boy on the corner - he wears no black shoes
He sways to the rhythm of the rhythm and blues

I can feel it in my bones
I know it's time to go home

You rise to great the new day Sun
You face each day like a loaded gun
It's you or me son: Take your pick
Take your hate and swallow it

Brothers and sisters I can hear your cries
Like radio signals up in the sky
Brothers and sisters I hear your moans
So far from our home

I can feel in my bones
I know it's time to go home

Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep
Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep

Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep
Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep

Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep
Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep

Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep
Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway and need a place to sleep

Scott Fitzgerald and ten black sheep
Lost on the highway

I can feel it in my bones
I know it's time to go home