(Gerry Beckley, 1975)
Flyin' me back to Memphis
Gotta find my Daisy Jane
Well, the summer's gone
And I hope she's feeling the same
Well, I left her just to roam the city
Thinkin' it would ease the pain
I'm a crazy man and I'm playin' my crazy game
Does she really love me?
I think she does
Like the star above, I know
Because when the sky is bright
Everything's all right
Flyin' me back to Memphis
Honey, keep the oven warm
All the clouds are clearin'
And I think we're over the storm
Well, I been pickin' it up around me
Daisy, I think I'm sane
Well, I'm awful glad
And I guess you're really to blame, blame
Do you really love me?
I hope you do
Like the stars above me, how I love you
When it's cold at night
Everything's all right
André Velloso - Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
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