Hear That Horn Talk

Hey now, listen

I’m packing that old case

No more dust

No more same old face (He’s moving on)

I got a reed

I got a horn

I’m going where the sound is born

Dig the rhythm

It’s tapping in my shoe

This little street

Is making me feel blue (So blue, so blue)

I need a room

Where the piano shouts

I’m clearing all

Those nagging doubts

My mama said "Son

The bread is on the shelf"

I said "Mama

I gotta find myself"

It ain't no crime

It ain't no sin

I’m letting all that

Good air in

So long, neighbor

Keep the porch light dim

I’m stepping out

Way out on the limb (He’s gone, he’s gone)

The train is whistling

Hear it blow?

I got a groove

And I gotta go

Yeah

Just watch me walk (Watch him walk)

Hear that horn talk? (Hear it talk)

I’m gone