Testi:
Kenny Wayne Shepherd Live In Chicago

Where do you go after midnight When all the doors should be closed Your alibis just don't sound right I asked but nobody knows How can you look in the

Walkin' down the king's highway With a paper bag in my hand Nothin' else but the clothes I got on But I ain't lookin' back, I ain't lookin' back I blame

Now girl, I see you in my dreams It happens every day and night now You got me going to extremes Don't seem to care what's wrong or right now I'll make