Amy Ray
Duane Allman
She came on up from Waycross, yeah…From a whiskey swamp and a vagabond clanWith her tune in her bucket and her head held highAnd a book about her grandpa flying the skiesShe said, "Man it ain’t never gonna be the sameYou know I’ll give ‘em a chance butNo one can play like Duane"Now it was back in the Fall of ‘71Duane met a flatbed coming homeWith his song in the charts and his Harley flying through the airNow he was just hitting his stride when the angels weptThey said, "Man it ain’t never gonna be the sameYou know we’ll give ‘em a chance butNo one can play like Duane"We lose the best, We lost the rest, We lose it all along the way, heyWe learn to dig down deep, Wipe our hands, And walk away from the graveShe said, "Now, I got a hole that just won’t fixAs deep as a sky that won’t be litThe span of a wing that just won’t flyLetras de cancionesAnd I been carrying this tune since the angels cried"She said, "Man it ain’t never gonna be the sameYou know I’ll give ‘em a chance butNo one can play like Duane"She said, "Man it ain’t never gonna be the sameYou know I’ll give ‘em a chance butNo one can play like Duane"
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