I Write A Song Because

Some May Find Them Merely Diverting Melodies. Others May Find Them Incitements To Red Revolution. And Who Will Say If Either Or Both Is Wrong? Not I.

Songwriters Can’t Explain. You Get An Idea And You Don’t Know Where It’s Come From. And If You’re Lucky, You Have A Pencil Or Pen And Can Write It Down.

Did You Ever Want Something Really Bad And Then When You Finally Got It All You Could Do Was Stand There And Grin At It?

In The Sixties, During The Vietnam War, When Anarchists And Pacifists And Socialists, Democrats And Republicans, Decent-hearted Americans, All Recoiled With Horror At The Bloodbath, We Came Together.

Every Time I Read The Paper Those Old Feelings Come On.we Are Waist Deep In The Big Muddy And The Big Fool Says To Push On.