As If By Magic
Wail, I’m feelin onery lately. Not that you could give a rats ass. But when I feel onery I get all “ginchy” and when that happens chillun, it’s time to kick out the jams, get drunk and be somebody. I listened to Frank’s certifiable platinum vocal many times. And I thank I got where he was goin (or at least where he shoulda been goin). But, hell, he can say that or not. Your call Frank, ol pal. And, a course, this here track couldn’t decide whether it was Stevie Wonder or Santana. So’s I just let em duke it out. Texas-rules, lights-out, chain-link cage, no holds barred. Just the way I like it. Hope you do too.