In For The Night

(álbum: The Dirt Band - 1978)

Stare up at me, momma, like ya used to
Weather's kind of cold but I don't care
Fatten up that ol' Rhode Island rooster
It's getting to feel like fall at the county fair

Well, there's a Jaybird flying home to Mobile
Sleeping in your cornfield for a while
Seems he just backed into a square meal
And he's in for the night

So fine, yellow moon reflecting
Through the frost along the window pane
Well, I'm a shooting star in the wrong direction
Hey, I love you, momma, but I just can't seem to change

And like that Jaybird flying home to Mobile
Sleeping in your cornfield for a while
Seems I just backed into a square meal
And I'm in for the night

And if I was one for speculating
I suspect I might be back around
Well, you might find me riding on a breeze a-blowing
Northern bound

Hey, like that Jaybird flying home to Mobile
Sleeping in your cornfield for a while
Seems I just backed into a square meal
And I'm in for the night