Live in Concert
Live - 1971 - Debaser id 205307

Would you like to come home with me?
I can think of things to show ya
Thinkin' that I'd like to know ya, uh
Mornin' milkman's comin'
Get up, greet my day
Evenin' brings the sun in
Still I find my way

Change of plans, makin' a landin' to see ya
And I do wanna be your man, oh, yeah
Sunday, highway drivin'
It all looks about the same
Nowhere, just arrivin'
Still I play the game

I'm home grown, growin' my own and I need ya
Need ya to beg my pardon, to tend my garden
Flowers, she's sittin' for poses
She wants me to sing my song
Hours, she's like a stoned Moses
Guess I'll sing along

Takin' my time
Usin' my line
Tryin' to decide what to do
Looks like my stop
Don't wanna get off
Got myself hung up on you

Seems to me
You don't want to talk about it
Seems to me
You just turn your pretty head
And walk away

Places I've known
Things that I'm growin'
Don't taste the same without you
I got myself in
The worst mess I've been
And I find myself startin' ta doubt you

Seems to me
We talk all night
Here comes the morning
Seems to me
You just ignore what was said
And greet the day

[Instrumental Interlude]

Seems to me
You don't wanna talk about it
Seems to me
You just turn your pretty head
And walk Away

I've got to cool myself down
Stompin' around
Thinking some words I can't name ya
Meet you halfway
Got nothin' to say
Still I don't 'spose I can blame ya

Seems to me
You don't wanna talk about it
Seems to me
You just turn your pretty head
And walk away
Walk away
Walk away