He spent his whole life writing songs
Never expecting anyone to sing along
To his stories of heroes and home
Women and being alone
He doesn't care about getting rich
Believe in the joy of just doing it
Anything that makes you tick
Or light a fire under where you sit
I met him on the street
We started playing something neat
It started with a C and ended in G
There might have been a fourth inbetween
All you need is line with a rhyme
A borrowed melody
I do it all time, he said
Doesn't matter if you're low brow or high, he said
Just do whatever feels right, he said
You never know what will come down the line
You might as well be having a good time
No one gets left behind
And it's wild ride