Was An American Archetype, The Bad Guy

I'm Old And Crazy, But I Still Give A Damn. And I Still Think The Boys Got Screwed Over In Vietnam.

The Men Who Could Not Fight, In A War That Didn't Seem Right. You Let Them Come Home, America.

Those Neon Light Nights, Couldn't Stay Out Of Fights, Keeps A-haunting Me In Memories. There Is One In Every Crowd, For Crying Out Loud, Why Was Is Always Turning Out To Be Me?

Mainly What I Learned From Buddy... Was An Attitude. He Loved Music, And He Taught Me That It Shouldn't Have Any Barriers To It.

I Mean, I Think We're Put Here On Earth To Make Your Own Destiny, To Begin With. I Don't Think There's Anything You Can Do This Way Or That Way To Change Anything.