Letras
When we want to go to heaven and run away from hell
We go jammin' down at George's house until we're feeling well
Yes, we go jammin, we go jammin, we go jammin' until we fly
The house is by the roadside, a river running by
The wind is in the willows and the stars light up the sky
And we're jammin, yes, we're jammin, yes, we're jammin, getting high
Now Jim is playing rhythm and pounding out the beat
And George is there a-pickin, it really sounds so sweet
A moving, and a grooving, and time is flying by
Ride that magic carpet until we touch the sky
We're getting close to heaven, as close as close can be
Singing and a-playing, running wild and free
Time, it has no meaning, the blues have gone away
The tears of joy and laughter have washed my cares away
We're getting close to heaven, as close as close can be
Singing and a-playing, running wild and free
It sounds so right, it sounds so tight
Words and music syncing, we finally got it right
It sounds so right, it sounds so tight
Words and music syncing, we finally got it right