Lyrics:
Chorus:
Young man crazy
Old man wise
Some folks real
Some just jive
Young man crazy
Old man wise
Sun, stars, earth
Moon, sky, tides
Its been tough, livin rough
But you're here to stay
Six feet under the ground
In not as hard as it sounds ok
Getting high, seeing with three eyes on a rainy day
Well I've been dusted, busted and blown away
Getting in your ear with nothing to fear
Let the music play
Big or tall it's gonna hit you all
Or get out the way
Come along baby, sounding strong baby
What I say
We all got lines and at the end we're all gonna pay
Chorus
Murder in mind and this time baby its all real
Take the devil aside and its time to make the deal
Wash the blood if you want
But this truth you can't conceal
I'm gonna roll on, driving wheel