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