Roots Music Report

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Lyrics

There’s not a need to discuss what it ain’t,
But I’m so broke,
Yeah, and I listened to him say,
And that’s some kinda staple to remember,
If you don’t already have it on your mind,

Hey brother he says,
Let’s go out and make some love to that bank over there,
So they do it and they did it,
And they just rode into the night,

They didn’t care,
They had the money,
They just rode into the night,

But that was their last perfect performance,
‘Cause what amounts to a mountain of their vibrations,
Is being felt and written down,
By Sheriff Morris of some dusty Arizona town,

I can see in the distance an easy prospect in the glare of a thousand faces,
And I can see and feel their anger ‘a comin’ at me on rubber soled shoes,
Hey brother he says,
With all things being all things,
There’s just something that you and I must do,
So they do it and they did it,
And they just rode into the night,

They didn’t care,
They had the money,
They just rode into the night,

But that was their last perfect performance,
‘Cause what amounts to a mountain of their vibrations,
Is being felt and written down,
By Sheriff Morris of some dusty Arizona town,

If I wanna see what I need to see,
I’ll just walk on by,
Yeah, and I listened to him say,
And that’s some kinda staple to remember,
If you don’t already have it on your mind,

Hey brother he says,
With all things being all things,
And do you believe,
That for the better is for the best,
Now I know,
We’ve only got one good hook left,

You know why,
I’ll tell you why,

‘Cause this is our last perfect performance,
‘Cause what amounts to a mountain of our vibrations,
Is being felt and written down,
By Sheriff, and only, Morris,
Of some dusty Arizona town