when you feel it

momma got to worrying because her boy left home in a hurry again

her photographs are fading

she keeps a box in the closet full of negatives

well

i left a note on the floor in my room

i've always been stubborn and late to bloom

i had to lay down my load

my burdens are my own

it's a coming of age when you feel it you know

when you feel it you know

when you feel it you know

and i know

i know

i was longing on a short summer night when i had the urge to leave

i went out to find my muse with a eight in my pocket and a craving for some cajun blues

i was following my follies when i saw her aboard the river queen

i was courting my frail lady all the way to new orleans

but i was swoon by a luminous tomb so i climbed the roof and gave that woman my croon

i had to tell her all i know

my business is my own

it's a coming of age when you feel it you know

when you feel it you know

when you feel it you know

and i know

i know

when you feel

when you feel it you know

when you feel

when you feel it you know

when you feel

when you feel it you know

when you feel

when you feel it

well

mamma got to worrying she said now boy