Duane Allman - Amy Ray

Duane Allman – Amy Ray
She came on up from Waycross yeah
From a whiskey swamp and a vagabond clan
With her tune in her bucket and her head held high
And a book about her grandpa flying the skies
She said Man it ain’t never gonna be the same
You know I’ll give ‘em a chance but
No one can play like Duane
Now it was back in the Fall of ‘71
Duane met a flatbed coming home
With his song in the charts and his Harley flying through the air
Now he was just hitting his stride when the angels wept
They said Man it ain’t never gonna be the same
You know we’ll give ‘em a chance but
No one can play like Duane
We lose the best we lost the rest we lose it all along the way
Hey We learn to dig down deep wipe our hands
And walk away from the grave
She said Now I got a hole that just won’t fix
As deep as a sky that won’t be lit
The span of a wing that just won’t fly
And I been carrying this tune since the angels cried
She said Man it ain’t never gonna be the same
You know I’ll give ‘em a chance but
No one can play like Duane
She said Man it ain’t never gonna be the same
You know I’ll give ‘em a chance but
No one can play like Duane