Flyin’ me back to Memphis, gotta find my Daisy Jane.
Well the summer’s gone and I hope she’s feelin’ the same.
Well I left her just to roam the city, thinkin’ it would ease the pain,
I’m a crazy man and I’m playin’ my crazy game, game.
Does she really love me? I think she does
Like the stars above me I know because,
When the sky is bright, everything’s all right.
Flyin’ me back to Memphis. Honey keep the oven warm.
All the clouds are clearin’ and I think we’re over the storm.
Well I been pickin’ it up around me, Daisy I think I’m sane.
Well I’m awful glad and I guess you’re really to blame, blame.
Do you really love me? I hope you do!
Like the stars above me, how I love you!
When it’s cold at night, everything’s all right.
Does she really love me? I think she does
Like the stars above me I know because,
When the sky is bright, everything’s all right.
1975 – Gerry Beckley – Performed by America – Album: Hearts