You, your woman, the old friend
The protective old friend
He, making things right
And a grand old movie house
Escaped from the 70s dozers
Taj Mahal and his Band
Taj is on stage, he looks so old
Yet his music feels so young
The art deco of the movie theater
Goes well with your new found love
Five years and ages later
You, your woman, the old friend
You cried when you opened the bag
And saw the discolored kazoo
A mild June night, just so right
Among the black oaks on the ranch
Taj is on stage, looking so young
And his music feels younger still
You are protecting the friend
Who has been silent of late
You, making things right
Bringing him home to the oaks
Carrying him in your arms
Blue velvet hugging him
For eternity
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