Ride a Bus, or use your thumb, no matter where you just come from
I'm thinkin' 'bout all them songs, that you played
Never lost the need to roam, never called a house a home
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
Never had nothin', liked it that way, everything you'd get, you'd give it away
you'd come and stay, then say goodbye, never gave, your reasons why
You felt it all and you felt it deep, them songs would make me weep
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
Open a shell, and find a pearl, friend of the workin' girl
I'm thinkin' 'bout what you got, for what you gave
You'd fall in love, all the way, it'd be a brand new day
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
Eyes of green, eyes of blue, eyes of brown, didn't matter to you
hair of gold, hair of red, or not a hair left on her head
if you coulda only flew, might notta been so blue
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
Song to song, and town to town, you were steady fallin' down
I'm thinkin' 'bout all those debts, that were never paid
doorbell ringin', 5AM blues, standin' on my porch, in muddy shoes
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
find a place to lay your head, didn't have, to be a bed
find a spot, where you might sleep, a few hours, of dreamin' deep
you always managed, to do something wrong, you always stayed a day too long
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
It hurt me hard, to see you down, no help, comin' around
I'm thinkin' bout your last words, and what they weighed
you had to do what you had to do, but you didn't have to have that done to you
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
I know how hard you tried, I know your mind wasn't satisfied, you saw the wrong,
you saw the right, 'bout as same, as black and white
code of honor, hammered in hard, but you bled out in your friend's front yard
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
I can almost hear the music, you mighta made
I'm thinkin' 'bout all them songs, that you played
Never lost the need to roam, never called a house a home
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
Never had nothin', liked it that way, everything you'd get, you'd give it away
you'd come and stay, then say goodbye, never gave, your reasons why
You felt it all and you felt it deep, them songs would make me weep
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
Open a shell, and find a pearl, friend of the workin' girl
I'm thinkin' 'bout what you got, for what you gave
You'd fall in love, all the way, it'd be a brand new day
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
Eyes of green, eyes of blue, eyes of brown, didn't matter to you
hair of gold, hair of red, or not a hair left on her head
if you coulda only flew, might notta been so blue
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
Song to song, and town to town, you were steady fallin' down
I'm thinkin' 'bout all those debts, that were never paid
doorbell ringin', 5AM blues, standin' on my porch, in muddy shoes
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
find a place to lay your head, didn't have, to be a bed
find a spot, where you might sleep, a few hours, of dreamin' deep
you always managed, to do something wrong, you always stayed a day too long
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
It hurt me hard, to see you down, no help, comin' around
I'm thinkin' bout your last words, and what they weighed
you had to do what you had to do, but you didn't have to have that done to you
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
I know how hard you tried, I know your mind wasn't satisfied, you saw the wrong,
you saw the right, 'bout as same, as black and white
code of honor, hammered in hard, but you bled out in your friend's front yard
I'm thinkin' 'bout the music, you mighta made
I can almost hear the music, you mighta made