inspired many a sixties & seventies freak
to be a rip roaring high flyer w.no cape
ah yeah you gave em wings
the generation that flew higher than birds w.out feathers
floating on the freest wind a guitar string could cut
into the diamond mine of a human being
so far into psychedelic sky you were
to many people w.in earshot of your songs
the greatest mother pluckin finger pickin genius
whoever evolved from the primordial ooze of the blues
a warrior w.a whammy bar & wah wah pedal
who put a fresh twist on an old anthem for a generation
determined to change the world by marching
for peace attempting to correct injustice a powerful statement
the rockets red glare & bombs bursting thru your fender
heads & marshall amps stacked up over that ocean
of mud & trash left behind causing me to think
it may have been an omen in retrospect it
brings my heart floating up into my throat
choking on a sea of forgotten teardrops
it makes my lips quiver & eyes glaze over filling
everyone w.pride when they hear that
loose rendition of purple haze leading
into that frances scott key song that played
for over one hundred yrs. before it
cut into the very soul of america