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The wind blew some luck in my direction
i caught it in my hands today
i finally made a tricky french connection
you winked and gave me your o.k.
i'll take you on a trip beside the ocean
and drop the top at chesapeake bay
ain't nothing like the sky to dose a potion
the moon'll send you on your way
Moonlight feels right
moonlight feels right
We'll lay back and observe the constellations
and watch the moon smilin bright
i'll play the radio on southern stations
cause southern belles are hell at night
you say you came to baltimore from ole miss
class of seven four gold ring
the eastern moon looks ready for a wet kiss
to make the tide rise again