The Band

Cruisen in my caddilac, Fins on the back, Listening to hank on the eight track, Flying down the highway. Heading to nashville, Make a big deal, Try to be a big wheel, Gonna play some day. Got my guitar in it's case, Smile on my face, A little of gods grace, Maybe even play over seas. Got along way to go, But someday I know, Were really gonna grow, This band called Eastern Breeze. Dedicated to my friend and his band Eastern Breeze.