Lyrics Martin Sexton

Martin Sexton

Glory Bound

Freedom came my way that night

Just like a jet plane in and out of sight

I was hauling last at a million miles an hour

Wondering how hard I'd hit

Singing sweet cheri, cheri, cheri won't you dare to

Leave a message and your number please?

Wrap them in a big red bow

And then send them care of me

I'm taking my chance on the wind

I'm packing up all my bags

Taking a mistake, I gotta make

Oh, then I'm glory bound, oh, oh

So I packed it up and I went to the winds

And I lived out of my VW bus for a year or two

Ain't nothin' but this pipe dream and my guitar

Livin' off apple fields and old cigars

Diggin' this microphone

Checking it out every night all alone

Oh, my car battery is dead again

So I got my head dead set against it

Singing sweet cheri, cheri, cheri won't you dare?

Say cheri, cheri, cheri won't you dare to

Leave a message and your number, please

Wrap up all these fantasies and send them care of me

I'm taking my chance on the wind

I'm packing up all my bags

Taking a mistake, I gotta make

Oh, then I'm glory bound, yes I'm bound

I'm livin' [Incomprehensible]