After the last race is run
The betting's over, the gate
I'm sitting in the middle of a story
Would you like
When I became of age my mama sat me down
Said,
Hey, ooh, what will I do?
Looks like it's the end
Ooh,
White man, black man listen to me
Hear what I've got
Sometimes I sit and I stare at the rain
Isn't
Takin' my time
Choosin' my lines
Try'n' to decide what
» More on James Gang