Gypsies at home watching Jerry Falwell on TV, might mean something to you, it ain't nothing to me.
I've always had a great love for the blues.
You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free
But not me, baby, I've got you to save me.
Gonna wind it up on my guitar. Gonna make that silver sing.
I'm barely prolific and incredibly lazy.