Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Duane Allman, artist - Amy Ray.
Date of issue: 20.01.2014
Song language: English
Duane Allman |
She came on up from Waycross yeah… |
From a whiskey swamp and a vagabond clan |
With her tune in her bucket and her head held high |
And a book about her grandpa flying the skies |
She said, Man it ain’t never gonna be the same |
You know I’ll give ‘em a chance but |
No one can play like Duane |
Now it was back in the Fall of ‘71 |
Duane met a flatbed coming home |
With his song in the charts and his Harley flying through the air |
Now he was just hitting his stride when the angels wept |
They said, Man it ain’t never gonna be the same |
You know we’ll give ‘em a chance but |
No one can play like Duane |
We lose the best, we lost the rest, we lose it all along the way |
We learn to dig down deep, wipe our hands, and walk away from the grave |
She said, Now, I got a hole that just won’t fix |
As deep as a sky that won’t be lit |
The span of a wing that just won’t fly |
And I been carrying this tune since the angels cried |
She said, Man it ain’t never gonna be the same |
You know I’ll give ‘em a chance but |
No one can play like Duane |