Patti's Hair (Live)

Got off a plane from New York City and I'm almost home again

I've been gone bout five long days living in vice and sin

I kicked a piano and I hummed a tune and drank honest fill

Watch out Patti your hair's on fire and this birthday is bound to kill

I was mighty bored up in my tower and I thought I'd find a thrill

Found myself gettin got by a goose and I almost wished him well

I found the spot where they held the lines and the redcoats were repelled

Walking through the sun and fields and the flowers I can feel it still

When days are gettin hard and I don't know how I'll feel

Somewhere in my heart Patti's dancing still

My girl Lynn started doing it again to joy of the junk Yardbirds

Their thoughts grew cold and folks grew old and they booed when he spoke the truth

Got off a plane from New York City and I'm almost home again