This is, IMO, the greatest Southern rock song of all time. No offense intended toward ABB, CDB, Molly, Skynyrd, or 38 Special.
A couple of weeks ago, oldest son and I found ourselves singing this song, a cappella (on account of Siri couldn't find the song on his phone), in the cab of a 4x4 V-10 Dodge 2500 we were using to pull his totalled truck out of a bar ditch. I don't think I've ever listenened to this song without getting a smile on my face.
And this is the extended, album cut - like they play on KZPS, not the sliced and diced KLUV quickie version.
I'd also put the plaintive Can't You See in my top 5 CR pantheon. MTB's canon may not have been so extensive as some of those other bands', but in 1977, they were at the top of the art form.
I have waited my whole life for this moment
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