Tekster:
Cowboy Junkies Early 21St Century Blues

Come veteran's day i sat in the stands in my dress blues I held your mother's hand when they passed with the red, white and blue One minute you're right

September skies Bodies falling Never again will you catch me admiring Those vast September skies October skies Hate is flying Crimson leaves slowly falling

[Traditional] No more my lord No more my lord Lord i'll never turn back, no more I have found in him Many resting place And he has made me glad No

[Traditional] He was just a blue-eyed boston boy His voice was low with pain I'll do your bidding commrad mine If i ride back again But if you ride back

Try to find the reference It makes no difference to me Draw your own conclusions Add to my confusion if you please The time for concessions Midnight

Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth He can do with it as he pleases And if things don't change soon He will Knowin' man has invented his doom First

Michael Timmins September skies, bodies falling Never again will you catch me admiring those vast September skies. October skies, hate is flying.

gives me the early 21st century blues But we making it threw Make what you make it You can?t redo what you do I?m the living proof making it threw the 21st century blues

Bob Dylan Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth He can do with it as he please And if things don't change soon, he will Oh, man has invented his doom