Let the music keep our spirits high, let the buildings keep our children dry, let creation reveal its secrets by and bye.
The high ideals and promises you once dressed the future in are dancing in the embers with the wind.
Oh Lord, are there really people starving still?
Eleven on a scale of ten, honey, let me introduce you to my redneck friend.
I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, it could be that I've lost my way.
That folk music led to learning to play, and making things up led to what turns out to be the most lucrative part of the music business - writing, because you get paid every time that song gets played.