This is the first year I haven ' t paid any attention to a single word from Matthew Berry , and it ' s the first year I ' m winning my league . So . <| sep |> Poor Don shouldn ' t look at thisLong , long agoI can bring to my mind how that musicCould goad a grin out of this man . And I saw that if I had my wayThat I could spur anybody to swayAnd thus bring joy for a span . But that month brought a coldWith all journals I ' d allot . Bad tidings on all doors , I stood unmoving in my spot . I can ' t call to mind spilling out a sobAs soon as I saw about his poor widowBut I was struck profoundlyOn that occasion that musicShut up shop . ChorusSo long , Miss USATook my car to a dam but it was athirstGood old boys drank bourbon and rumSinging this is my last dayDid you put in writing that book of passionAnd do you trust in God in any fashionIf a holy book asks you to ? Now do you doubt rock and roll ? Can music guard your mortal soul ? And can you show this man how to sway slow ? So , I know that you worship himFor I saw you swaying in that gym . You both took off your bootsMan , I dig this music forsooth . I was a solitary young broncin ' buckWith a pink carnation and a pickup truck , But my luck was upOn that occasion that musicBought a farm . Now , for a lasting span you and I stand forlornAnd moss grows fat on a rolling rock , But that was not so long agoWhilst a court clown sang for monarchsIn a coat from a man slain by a carAnd a cry that sprang from you and I . Oh , and whilst this king was looking downSaid court clown took his thorny crown . That courtroom was put off , So that trial was for naught . And whilst a musician saw a book on Marx , That band would play in a parkAnd all sang hymns in inky darkOn that occasion that musicLost its spark .