Scott Fitzgerald

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] I can feel it in my bones I know it's time to go home [Verse 2] 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 that 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 [Chorus] I can feel in my bones I know it's time to go home [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] I can feel it in my bones I know it's time to go home