Lyrics:
Robert Randolph The Family Band

If I'm never gonna save myself I gotta turn to someone else I know, I know we got to get real, get real Scene one, the cat is out the bag (Send deliverance

On my way to Tennessee Rolling east on Route 40 Calling you, I can't get through If I'm so down then why ain't you? I know you used to love me Those

All of the cold winds blowing Through our neighborhoods While my frustration?s growing Through concrete, steel and wood I need more love I need more

Keep on talkin', I'm not listening Keep on talkin', I'm not listening I don't have the money And I don't have the time And I don't have the patience

Hey, let me grab my guitar and get in the car Got to pick up my cousins, pick up my cousin on the bass Got my cousin on the drums, got to pick up Cris

Sometimes it ain't easy Sometimes life can be so hard But I can rise above it With you I can be stronger Sometimes it gets lonely And I can feel the

When I wake up in the morning I know you?re always there with me The image that I?m seeing Well, it still inspires me Because of you the sun is shining

Whether it's rock and roll or old soul, it don't matter Disco, calypso, it don't matter Suit and tie or tie-dye, it don't matter Snake skins, Timberlands

When I was a little boy My mama told me To play with toys Now that I am a man I?ve grown and learned To understand She always kept telling me Son, would