Glory Bound (Sexton Martin)

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]