Tampa

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Greg Anton

Recorded for a yet-to-be released Greggs Eggs album.

White crow's over the rainbow
Rainbow's over the hill
Mountain's over the deep blue sea
Outside my window sill

My heart's down in Tampa
Where the smoke and the street signs roar
I'm gonna leave it there baby
I can't use it anymore

I can't use a lot of things
Used to couldn't do without
Didn't know where my head was then
Or what that mess was all about

Tampa in the summertime
White sun burns like frost
Tampa in the summertime
Long ago and lost

I walked in with my attitude
You walked in with yours
You didn't cut no lattitude
And I was good at slamming doors

Whichever way the wind blows
It don't blow back to you
Which way only God knows
I only know that's true

Tampa in the summertime
White sun burns like frost
Tampa in the summertime
Long ago and lost

I remember very well
The day we first connected
Nothing else comes back to me
I keep my heart protected

Tampa in the summertime
White sun burns like frost
Tampa in the summertime
Long ago and lost

Since this was a first love
Or near enough at least
I wouldn't want to say I knew
The nature of the beast

Now I am experienced
I know the ins and outs
How the jokes get serious
The broken eyes of doubt

I left my heart in Tampa
Broke beyoned repair
Got myself a new heart now
And I won't take it there

Tampa in the summertime
White sun burns like frost
Tampa in the summertime
Long ago and lost