Saturday, January 23, 2010

Social Detente 1971

Well, I can’t play my gitar ‘cause everyone can hear
I play too close to home
And everyone can hear

They’re tapping their feet
But not to the beat
Oh, cut my hair, or bust my gitar

I’d like to sing right out
But I play too close to home
And staying at home is like running away:

You can’t write that down!

Some folks shut out the truth like a stray cat.

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