Don't you give up my young young friend Here's a story I think will please How sir rastus bear was in fact redeemed Redeemed from the cell to which he
Screams in the night, sirens delight Heat, broken glass, satan's bred trash Big city madness, comfort my soul Give me a home where I can grow String
You can have my autograph I think I?ll sign it love to you But should I sign it just for you Stairway to the stars I think I?ll write good health to
With Satan's hog, no pig at all And the weather getting dry We'll head south from Altamont In a cold blooded traveled trance So clear the road my bully
