Already Flown

Already Flown written and performed by Barefoot McCoy ©2015. www.barefootmccoy.com

These city lights, so bright, all start to look the same

Blind me from the memories of the place from whence I came

But everything I’ve seen and heard and felt does not compare

And take me at my word when I say I been everywhere

In the air, On the road, No place left for me to roam,

Tell the folks, ‘fore you know, I'll be coming on back home

Ho ho, Tired of being a rolling stone

Ho ho, This old bird's already flown

I floated into Amsterdam upon a wooden ship

I gambled down in Rotterdam and cashed in all my chips

They kicked me ‘cross the ocean to the town that never sleeps

Turns out if you play the game, you better play for keeps

In the air, On the road, No place left for me to roam,

Tell the folks, ‘fore you know, I'll be coming on back home

Ho ho, Tired of being a rolling stone

Ho ho, This old bird's already flown

I walked across New Mexico and all the Wild West

Oklahoma, Texas, Utah, I’ve seen all the rest

In the air, On the road, No place left for me to roam,

Tell the folks, ‘fore you know, I'll be coming on back home

Ho ho, Tired of being a rolling stone

Ho ho, This old bird's already flown

This old bird's already flown