I got the news today
That you refused to play
'Cause you never made number one
But it's not just the wordsIt's the deeds that are heard
When all is said and done
Kings take their crowns
They melt them all downTrying to get the gold out
You went to hell and
Even when you weren't selling
You never ever sold outYou weren't no leader
You were more like a bleeder
Who was trying to cry for us all
You weren't no sageBut your sense of outrage
Sounded like a trumpet call
Fifteen years ago
In the old folky showYou were just one voice in the crowd
But now with so few singing
Your voice would have been ringing
Out 'bout twice as loudThere but for fortune
Say a small circle of friends
Some may see the changes
So, few see the endsThe pleasures of the harbor
Have come to you at last
You may not be marching anymore
But the parade's still going pastI'm not taking the blame
That we killed you
You know you did that to yourself
But it was kind of a shameThat you played that game
'Cause you were better than anyone else
One shot of your bottle
Got you full throttleIt was the friend that was always there
But your greatest gift
And the curse you lived with
Was that you could always care