My first day in Nashville Didn’t seem like much of one
Drinking until I’d fallen asleep out in the sun
Working on a song I guess I’m still working on
It’s called where will I go now that I’m gone
When that idea first came to me I was only 22
At 25 I’d realized it was all that I could do
To make it to the end But then again I always knew
If I never got it finished I could die trying to
Last night I thought I had it Right here in my hotel
Faded out the further asleep that I fell
When I woke up this morning I was more than twice my age
And I had left myself this note here On another empty page
Where will I go Now that I’m gone
it said maybe you’ve been chasing song too long
It’s turned into a song about a song you’re working on
I mean it’s gone man
Come on
Let it go
But you know, Giving up a dream is just like making one come true
It’s easy to sit around talking about It’s harder to go out and do
But for this one last question I’ll give up on this song
Where will I go Now that I’m gone
Now that I’m gone
Now that I’m gone
Where will I go
Now that I’m gone
Come gather round and I’ll sing you a song
About a crazy old world that was coming along
Til one day some fool made the decision
To turn on the television
Of course, radio reported that we’d all ignore it
And the paper said we had no time for it
But before you knew it you knew Milton Berle
And we all had a new escape from the world
All tuned in and before too soon
We were watching a man walk on the moon
He made it look as easy as driving a car
Video killed the radio star
I got the talking blues
Talking blues are easy to do
All you gotta rhyme is a line or two
Rhyme a line or two and then
You don’t ever have to rhyme again
See?
I can say anything I want now
You know, within reason
Say sitcom catchphrase game show nation
Television soon defied explanation
As the situation took to such a degree
That eventually we’d hear about a cable TV
Of course, free TV news swore we’d ignore it
And the average family could never afford it
But again they were wrong and eventually
Everybody wanted their MTV
We were all tuned in but now the shock
Was watching a kid do a thing called the moonwalk
Just sliding backwards really, eventually too far
Reality killed that video star
I got the talking blues
So simple at first it was hard to foresee
The impending collision with reality
But it soon seemed TV turned on itself
When “The Real World” came on like it was something else
Of course, actors all acted like they weren’t floored
Hoping eventually that we’d all get bored
But one after another we pretended not to act
As we hurtled ever forward toward alternative facts
Then a show called The Apprentice came on and pretty soon
An old man with a comb over had sold us the moon
And we stayed tuned in now here we are
Reality killed by a reality star
I got the talking blues
Hills, that is
If we never get together again
Forgive me for these fools I’ve been
See if you can remember me when
I was listening to my better angels
or Just see if you can remember me
When I was listening
It’s like a force of nature
Coming over me
Well I can’t keep myself from moving
It’s like a force of nature
It’s like a force of nature
May your hope always outweigh your doubt
Until this old world finally punches you out
May you always play your music
Loud enough to wake up all of your neighbors
or May you play at least loud enough
To always wake yourself up
It’s like a force of nature
Coming over me
I can’t keep myself from moving, moving
It’s like a force of nature
It’s like a force of nature
It’s like a force of nature
It’s like a force of nature
It’s like a force of nature
It’s like a force of nature
Chain smoking cigarettes on the airplane
You were waiting right there at my gate
We had to pull of the highway
Just to find a payphone
When that line was busy though
You know we just had to wait
Seems like day after day goes by like nothing
Is ever going to change
Just like overnight it’s like
It ain’t never going to be same
Hitting what you’re aiming for
Forgetting what you missed
All we seem to know for sure now is
How we can’t go on like this
Day after day
It’s just like overnight
Day after day
It’s just like overnight
We’ve been killing our time here now forever
Since way back before all this so called reality
Hell I remember when you used to have to
Walk all the way over
Just to turn the channel
On that goddamn tv
It seems like day after day goes by like nothing
Is ever going to change
Just like overnight it’s like
It ain’t never going to be same
Hitting what you’re aiming for
You’re forgetting what you missed
Always seem to know for sure now is
How we can’t go on like this
Day after day
It’s just like overnight
Day after day
It’s just like overnight
Day after day
It’s just like overnight
Day after day
I woke up this morning
And I realized that I repeat myself
I said I woke up this morning
And I realized that I repeat myself
I woke up this morning
They say “one and one is two”
But I have my suspicions
I believe it may well be another one of these
Crazy old religious superstitions
Would you believe that the same financial institution
Backing both sides of every war
Since before the French Revolution
Still run the federal reserve
In all but just a small handful of nations?
It’s a paperclip operation
By even the most reasonable explanation
It may well be the single longest
Whitest bronco chase
In the history of the conspiracy of television,
Is all I’m saying
It’s one for the money, two for the money,
Three for the money, four for even more money
The seventh wonder was saying
In seventh heaven
Watching the seventh building
Falling on nine eleven
Screaming
Lockheed Martin,
Northrop Grumman,
Honeywell and L-3 Communications
These are the corporations
Selling perpetual murder and mass destruction
Under the false flag of my protection
From the shadow branch of a government
Still under the spell of its own addiction
To untold commercialization
Why it would seem easy to me to see
Without too much hesitation
How somebody could just
Wake up one morning
And come to the Richard Lewi
Like conclusion and or realization
That there was absolutely no hope whatsoever
Left for even the slightest portion of our entire civilization
So zippity doodah mother fuckers
And zippity aye……..
My oh my what a wonderful case of the blues
I am experiencing today
Why the air in my motel has been conditioned
In just such a way
That it seems like every single note
I ask this priceless banjo of mine to play
Takes the unmistakable sounds of my depths
And my pains and my sorrow
And turns them into some kind of embarrassing
Sounding hope for a better tomorrow
And that’s not me, that’s not who I am…
You know we mistake desperate people
For the devil all the time
So there is no real way of knowing
What kind of deal it was
That I actually signed
But it was my understanding that
I would be the greatest blues guitar player
In the world by now and I am not
In fact to the contrary
I am just another working fucking schmuck
Out here standing around waiting to get shot
In yet another tragic addition to
An already sorry state of affairs
With yet another set of politicians
Taking to the top of another
Set of courthouse stairs
You know you are out of ideas when
You get down to your thoughts and your prayers
But that’s just what they are doing down here
Down here on these courthouse stairs
They’re sending out their thoughts and their prayers
They’re sending out their thoughts and their prayers
They’re sending out their thoughts and their prayers
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Sending out their thoughts and their prayers
Well I woke up this morning
And I realized that I repeat myself
Hanging around down on something to do street
I’m like the first dollar bill that they frame
Watching media coverage of media coverage
Of some kid who can’t make peace with fame
It must be tough, man
The paparazzi and stuff, man
Over serving my country under general malaise
He said he wasn’t making peace until they paid him a raise
He said that killing was paying like I didn’t know how
If peace paid we’d have it made by now
We’d have it new and improved by now
If it paid any
I took a better job pouring fluoride in the water
For the son of the Bilderbeg’s only daughter
I said how do you know
She said you know how you just
Know something in your gut
That you just gotta trust
Well it’s nothing like that
We are just rich as all fuck is all
Setting the London Bank Association liable rate
Framed for calling out the United States
All time prison time wartime economy
Now it all seem so far off of the wall to me to me
I’m watching every dollar make change but me
I’ve been framed
I’ve been framed
I’m like the first dollar bill on the wall
Framed
John Carter told me he saw her
Outside his window dancing alone one night
He got the feeling she was dancing with his father
When he asked her she told him he was right
When Loretta Lynn goes dancing
With the ghost of Johnny Cash
Father time takes forever and makes it look
Like less than a lightning flash
Violins bow into fiddles two iconic cymbals crash
When Loretta Lynn goes dancing with the ghost of Johnny Cash
They called her coal miner’s daughter
The man in black was what they called him
She come from old butcher holler
He could hear that train a comin
Coming down a bend
When Loretta Lynn goes dancing
With the ghost of Johnny Cash
Father time takes forever and makes it look
Like less than a lightning flash
Violins bow into fiddles two iconic cymbals crash
When Loretta Lynn goes dancing with the ghost of Johnny Cash
Like a song into the ether
Like a soul into the light
John Carter told me he saw her
She was out there dancing again
That very next night
When Loretta Lynn goes dancing
With the ghost of Johnny Cash
Father time takes forever and makes it look
Like less than a lightning flash
Violins bow into fiddles two iconic cymbals crash
When Loretta Lynn goes dancing with the ghost of Johnny Cash
The ghost of Johnny Cash
Ain’t nothing wrong with a waltz as long
As everyone is playing it right
Read all about it in the three quarter times
No comet ever burned half as bright
Cowboy Jack Clement believe you me
Sharp as a tack piano key
This town will never be the same
Now that he’s gone
In spite of what all of these experts may say
These experts are often times wrong
It shouldn’t take more than
Three or four minutes
To record your number one song
Cowboy Jack Clement I guarantee
Sharp as a tack piano key
This town will never be the same
Now that he’s gone
But there’s still a little bit Of shaking going on
There was a time when I was
Working with Elvis
Nobody ever believes a word
I tell them but it’s true
Everywhere that he went
I went too
He always knew what to do
Til he overdid it
Watering flowers
In the pouring rain
Pouring over memories
To an old refrain
On the head of a pin
In a hurricane
We started falling out of
Each other’s lives when
His wife left him and then
Mine left me too
I’ve always tried not to talk so much
But I still do
The next thing I knew I was
Working in a new band
Watering flowers
In the pouring rain
Pouring over memories
To an old refrain
On the head of a pin
In a hurricane
Good evening friends and neighbors
Or shall I say this afternoon?
It would behoove me audaciously
At this juncture in our compilation
To officially declare this congregation
The single largest amalgamation
Of any one particular nation’s
Population to ever receive an invitation
To a situation of such enduring magnitude
Forthwith and notwithstanding
Any misunderstood grandstanding
As it would pertain to the expansion
Of our national tantrum
In such a grand and or irrational fashion
That I would implore you to explore
A more tangible interpretation
Of our national anthem the likes of which
We could plausibly take platinum
If you would turn with me in your hymnals
To the book of verbatim, botherations add nauseatum
Ain’t that some bullshit?
Ain’t that some bullshit
Ain’t that some bullshit
Ain’t that some bullshit
Ain’t that some bullshit
When you allow good men to die for your freedom
Only later to recall them as having fought for your flag
That’s some bullshit
Henceforth, fourscore and way too many more years
Before the last first responder ever forgot
To remember seven eleven untoward
A more perfect reunion of our most effervescent endeavor
To linger here forever with or without
The expressed written consent
Of any nationally resented softball leagues
Best politically motivated pre-conditioned intentions
To lure your children away from these lives of crime
That they are leading out on these streets
And lead them to lives of crime that would take place indoors
Lives of collusion the likes of which
This world has never seen before
Depending on what your definition of the word is is
Ain’t that some bullshit?
Ain’t that some bullshit
Ain’t that some bullshit
Ain’t that some bullshit
Ain’t that some bullshit
I say read my lips and I will show you my taxes,
And by that I meant to say that if I am elected
I never said any of that shit
