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Every Mother's Son - Live At Fillmore East, New York / 1970
Once again I'm north-ward bound On the edge of sea and sky Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend We travel on together searching for the end
I'm a traveling soul And every mother's son Although I'm getting tired I've got to travel on
Can you please help, my God? Can you please help, my God? Can you please help, my God? Think it's only fair
Once again I'm north-ward bound On the edge of sea and sky Together we will go and see what waits for us The back door to the universe that opens doors
I'm a traveling soul And every mother's son Although I'm getting tired I've got to travel on
Can you please help, my God? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Can you please help, my God? Can you please help, my God? I think it's only fair
Once again I'm north-ward bound On the edge of sea and sky Together we will go and see what waits for us The back door to the universe that opens doors
And I'm a traveling soul And every mother's son Although I'm getting tired I've got to travel on
Well I'm a traveling soul And every mother's son And I'm getting tired I'm getting tired got to travel on
Can you please help, my God? Can you please help, my God? Can you please help, my God? I think it's only fair
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