“Jeremiah was a bullfrog” That was so long ago My girlfriend’s name was Lisa I didn’t worry ‘bout my soul Manfred Mann was coming Sailing in across the waves And those four downtrodden souls; from Liverpool They gave us a rave
Matchstick Men on the corner Selling them cheap tambourines The music in my heart and head Lord, was making the scene Someone popped some acid And Marilyn took her life American Pie drove into a levy And she sank like a knife
Old Tom, he rode on a rocket And Johnny, he walked the line And me and you and a dog named blue We were feeling mighty fine Then at some point in Ohio Four rebels hit the ground Lisa placed a flower in her hair And was San Francisco bound
After USA lost a lonely war And DC had thieves in the night All I remember was the tracks of my tears As I cried at such a sight And although I truly expected Uncle Billy never came back home I remember they told me he was a hero We should be proud he was one of our own
There’s been a lot of music Coming at us through the years But they’ll never be another beat That could alleviate all our fears Yes I think the music saved us When we were the precious few Facing the turmoil of an age Back there in the days of our youth
[you may be just a little young to know some of this....]
