Roger Mcguinn

Gate of Horn

Goin to the Gate Of Horn in my memory
Red light flickerin on the tablecloth big dark beer in front of me
How I wish that I was there standing at the bar
Listening to Mr Gibson play on his fine guitar
It's a big old twelve string and it went like this

Gate Of Horn Gate Of Horn glad I was Chicago born
Gate Of Horn meant everything to me
I was barely seventeen little salty and a little green
Gate Of Horn meant everything to me
There was Judy and Peter and Josh and Odetta
The Clancies and Mary and Paul made it better
Grossman and Tommy and Dickie and Lou
And when no one was looking McGuinn was there too
SOLO
Then they came and tore it down
Songbirds scattered and we all left town
Gate Of Horn meant everything to me
Gate Of Horn Gate Of Horn glad I was Chicago born
Gate Of Horn meant everything to me
Copyright 1974 Blackwood Music/Patian Music/Jackelope Publishing(BMI)
>From the "Peace On You" LP