The wind blew some luck in my directionnI caught it in my hands today nI finally made a tricky French connectionnYou winked and gave me your o.k.nI'll take you on a trip beside the oceannAnd drop the top at Chesapeake Bay nAin't nothing like the sky to dose a potionnThe moon'll send you on your way nnMoonlight feels right nMoonlight feels right nnWe'll lay back and observe the constellationsnAnd watch the moon smilin' bright nI'll play the radio on southern stationsnCause southern belles are hell at night nYou say you came to Baltimore from Ole MissnClass of seven four gold ringnThe eastern moon looks ready for a wet kissnTo make the tide rise againnnWe'll see the sun come up on Sunday morning nAnd watch it fade the moon away nI guess you know I'm giving you a warningnCause me and moon are itching to playnI'll take you on a trip beside the ocean nAnd drop the top at Chesapeake Bay nAin't nothin' like the sky to dose a potion nThe moon'll send you on your way