As you sell your soul and sow your seeds, and you wound yourself and your loved ones bleed. And your habits grow and your conscience feeds, on all that you thought you should be.

Over the years I've had more and more of an association with Nashville.

Faces come and faces go in circular rotation.But something yearns within to grow beyond infatuation.

But I knew - in the old days, if a song was a good song, I don't care if it was 'Yellow Submarine' or, you know, or 'The Times They Are a-Changin' or 'Don't Be Cruel', you knew it, you know? You heard that song, and you were talking about it, and you knew it.

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack sat on a candle stick, cause fire is the devil's only friend.

Some believe in Jesus, they don't act like they do. Some believe in Mohammed, I don't believe that's true. Cause they do believe in money, and gold is what it's for, all the gold can't buy no peace of mind in a world that don't believe in nothing anymore.

And as the players tried to take the field, the Marching Band refused to yield.