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.
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