Al Kooper Country Road
Taylor
Take to the highway won't you lend me your name
Your way and my way seem to be one and the same
Mamma don't understand it
She wants to know where I've been
I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool to want to pass that way again
But you know I could feel it, on a country road
Sail on home to Jesus won't you good girls and boys
I'm all in pieces, you can have your own choice
But I can hear a heavenly band full of angels just coming to set me free
I don't know nothing ‘bout the why or when but I can tell you that it's bound to be
Because I could feel it child hey, on a country road
I guess my feet know where they want me to go
Walking on a country road yeah
Take to the highway won't you lend me your name
Your way and my way seem to be one and the same child
Mamma don't understand it
She wants to know where I've been
I'd have to be some kind of natural born fool to want to pass that way again
But I could feel it Lord, on a country road
Walk on down, walk on down, walk on down, walk on down, down on a country road
La la la la ...
Country road, oh, yeah
Down on a country road
Country road, country road
