You said it's been so long
Damn it's so good that you're here
And it's been far too long
Tell Lou I hope that it's her year.
And I told him about that magic night
Oh, we was on a gravel road
And that wild thing at the Suttler
And blasted them with your rhythm
And Lucinda, take my hand, honey
There's somethin' we must do
Let your sweet voice fill the air
An d we'll sing one for a friend
We'll sing one for the ghost of Phil Sinclair
I first laid eyes on Aus tin
He was with us when we took that
And we rode the trains down south
I told him about that magic night
Caught a breeze on the gravel road
And that wild thing at the Sadler,
and blasted them with the
Lucinda, take my hand, honey,
there's something we must do
Let your sweet voice fill the air
And we'll sing one for a friend,
We'll sing one for the ghost
We'll sing one for a friend,
the ghost of Phil Sinclair
We will sing one for an old friend,
