Glory Bound (Live at the Fillmore)

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'