Roger Mcguinn

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
Standin at the bar
Listenin to Mr. Gibson play
On his fine guitar
Its 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 everythin to me
I was barely seventeen
Little salty and a little green
Gate of Horn meant everythin to me
Once in a while theyd play a jig
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 one was looking
McGuinn was there too
Then they came and tore it down
Songbirds scattered and we all left town
Gate of Horn
Meant everythin to me
[ Gate Of Horn Lyrics ]