Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down I remember it all very well lookin' back It was the summer I turned eighteen We lived in a one room, rundown shack On the outskirts of New Orleans We didn't have money for food or rent To say the least we

Is it ever gonna, ever gonna change again? I said I played this song So many times before That the melody keeps repeating Growing new ideas Flowing chords and notes Like a mountain river bleeding Well, I say as I look back And all the thoughts I've had