Eric Bibb and Amar Sundy - I Got My Own

Son House came to me in a dream
And he was singin’ - just like this

I got my own railroad car
Settin’ out there in the backyard
It’s always there - rain or shine
Ya might not think I’m goin’ far
But sittin’ out in that railroad cart
I’m goin’ plenty places
Plenty places in my mind

I got my own, don’t need yours
I got the key to all the doors
I’ve been buked and I’ve been scorned
But I got my own

Got my own airplane
On my very own runway
Silver wings shinin’ in the mornin’ sun
You might not believe I can fly
But that’s me way up in the sky
I’ll be flyin’ when your flyin’ days
Your flyin’ days are done

I got my own, don’t need yours
I got the key to all the doors
I’ve been buked and I’ve been scorned
But I got my own

Walkin’ in Memphis the other day
Man tried to sell me some old beat-up Cadillac
Any fool, any fool could tell
It was on its last, on its last go around
I said, I appreciate your offer, Sir
But that’s my new Lincoln parked by the curb, yes it is
Now I must be goin’
I got a meetin’ with the mayor downtown

I got my own highway to victory
Where I’m goin’ I can clearly see
No use tryin’ to block my road
Can’t slow me down
And you know you can’t, can’t turn me around
I got my own highway to victory
And I’m on my way

I got my own, don’t need yours
I got the key to all the doors
I’ve been buked and I’ve been scorned
But I got my own

Written by:
Eric Bibb, Glenvin Scott

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