Lyrics Tommy's Congo - Steve Gunn

Tommy's Congo

Majesties of the night
Across the frets are tight
Nothing less than a work of perfection
Steady eyes on the crowd to see what’s going down
Never once look down at what they’re playing
Never look down at what you need to do
Constant measure hoards
With ultimate control
A looseness, sway and a swagger
Best try not to blend
Becasue you know you don’t fit in
Just observe the ways of the master
Watch his ways and take it for what it’s worth
Can’t appreciate the fact
That they even Let you back
To the secret house of transcendance
Purified by the night
Stagger morning light
Unsure of a final direction
Stroll through town without a place to go
A sleep came over me and I woke up feeling free
Purified by the spirit of the presence
Steady eyes on the crowd to see what’s going down
Never once looked down at what they’re playing
Never look down at what you need to do