Sometimes you can hear them talk, other times you can't. All the same old cliches, is that a woman or a man?
Stood alone on a mountain top, starin' out at the Great Divide. I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide. Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' and my soul began to rise.
I can only get my drummer in the winter; he plays with Grand Funk all summer.
Radio is so fragmented, it's unbelievable.
Like a rock, standing arrow straight. Like a rock, charging from the gate.
It went on yesterday and it's going on tonight, somewhere there's somebody ain't treatin' somebody right.