three verses

he had a martin i had a fender

we were thirteen years of age

out back in the tool shed

we were searching for a sound

every day all through the summer

we'd rock 'n roll 'n rage

all the neighbors kept complaining

but it never slowed us down

we sang three verses of dixie

can't get no satisfaction

rainy day women # 12 & 35

try a little tenderness

a whiter shade of pale

turn! turn! turn!

for what it's worth

and long black veil

we moved out to california

shooting for the stars

the biggest thing since elvis

nothing could go wrong

but they took us for all our money

and everything else we owned

so we got ourselves some whiskey

and we drank it all night long

we sang three verses of dixie

can't get no satisfaction

rainy day women

and a bad moon on the rise

try a little tenderness

a whiter shade of pale

turn! turn! turn!

for what it's worth

and long black veil

oh he never quite got over it

and we went our separate ways

he traded in his music

for cocaine nights and reckless days

still i knew he always wanted

to make one last journey home

near a small white church in the valley

beneath a wooden bridge

patiently we waited on the cold alabama ground

and the preacher he started preaching

about our life and about out times

the sun was slowly sinking

as we laid his body down

and we sang three verses of dixie

what a friend we have in jesus

walk in the garden

and the old rugged cross

try a little tenderness

a whiter shade of pale

turn! turn! turn!

for what it's worth

and long black veil