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Rolling down the road,
Going nowhere,
Guitar packed in the trunk...
Somewhere around mile marker 112,
Papa started hummin' the funk...
I gotta jones in my bones before we know,
We were singing this melody...
Stop the car pulled out the guitar,
Halfway to New Orleans...

Said take me home...
Take me home...

Could feel the sun about to rise,
When I realized we had nothing to fear...
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,
Baby boy done finally found his way home...
Said take me home...

Here we go,
Hot damn you should have 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 lose control...
My daddy turned his face up towards the sky,
And I knew that there was nothing to lose...
I felt the crowd breathe in and I closed my eyes,
And we disappeared into the groove...

Said take me home...
Said take me home...
Take me home...
Said take me home...

Straight from the water...
Straight from the water, children...
(repeat)
You don't know nothin' about this...

Take me home...
Said take me home...
(repeat)

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