Tekster:
Neil Young

Got a pot belly It's not too big Gets in my way When I'm driving my rig Driving this country In a big old rig Things I've seen Mean a lot Friend has

This old guitar ain't mine to keep Just taking care of it now It's been around for years and years Just waiting in its old case It's been up and down

The clock on the wall No wonder we're losing time Toll, toll The fallen soldier bell The old church on the hill Still standing when so many fell Back when I was young

When I was a growing boy A-rocking on my daddy's knee Daddy took an old guitar and sang Bury me on the lone prairie Uncle Bob sat at the piano My girl

(Okay, we're gonna start with a... Uh... Start with an F. Just ride in on the F. Maybe that's a good way to start. Or maybe the D. Whaddya think, Ben? -

Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up Take it down to LA Find a place to call my own and try to fix up Start a brand new day The woman I'm thinking

I want to live, I want to give I've been a miner for a heart of gold It's these expressions I never give That keep me searching for a heart of gold and

Come a little bit closer Hear what I have to say Just like children sleepin' We could dream this night away But there's a full moon risin' Let's go dancin

Southern man, better keep your head Don't forget what your good book said Southern change's gonna come at last Now your crosses are burning fast Southern