Not so many years from now
They'll place my weary bones in the ground
At least there won't be a blank page
In the chapters that precede my fate
For I danced upon the earth and the seas
And now it's just you and me
As we laugh about the birds and the bees
My memory is fading away
I am shaken but not stirred
Maybe I am going insane
And everybody sees it but me
The Americans need God, like Georgia needs the rain
At least that's what the preachers say
I've started several fires
Some are burning bright today