You Don’t Know How It Feels (Live at the Fillmore, 1997)

Oh, baby, God, thank you so much

How 'bout a big hand back here on the drums, playin' his heart out, Mr. Steve Ferrone?

Let me run with you tonight

I'll take you on a moonlight ride

There's someone I used to see

But she don't give a damn for me

So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint

And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud

And you don't know how it feels

You don't know how it feels to be me

People come, people go

Some grow young and some grow cold

I woke up in between

A memory and a dream

So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint

And let's head on down the road, there's somewhere I gotta go

And you don't know how it feels

You don't know how it feels to be me

Well, my old man was born to rock

He's still tryin' to beat the clock

Think of me what you will

I've got a little space to fill

So let's get to the point, let's roll another joint

And let's head on down the road, there's somewhere I gotta go

And you don't know how it feels

You don't know how it feels

No, you don't know how it feels to be me

You don't know how it feels

You don't know how it feels

No, you don't know how it feels to be me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's roll another one

Let's roll another one

A good yeah, yeah, hey, alright

Yeah, yeah, hey, alright

Oh, it's time for another one

It's time for another one

I'd sure like another one

I'd sure like another one

Said I feel like another one

I feel like another one

I'd sure like another one

I'd sure like another one

Feel like another one

Feel like another one

I sure need another one

I sure need another one

Oh, you know, we shouldn't be out in public

Oh, but we're havin' a good, good time, I'll tell ya

I'm sure havin' a good time