Two Cow Garage My Great Gatsby
Where is Woody Guthrie, man, when we need him most?
I got strung out on these troubadours and stranded on
some coast
And with a youthful glint still in my eye, I sat and
watched my heroes die
Now our radios are useless, rest in pieces on the floor
Kiss, kiss these days goodbye
Wipe those tears off from our eyes
This is not an alibi, baby, this is who I am
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh oh
This will be my battle cry
The thing for which I'll fight and die
My Gatsby, my Catcher in the Rye
Goodbye
Since Dylan went electric, man, things just ain't been
the same
Now DJs are making records, could you please just be
ashamed
Of your raping and your pillaging of this thing we love
Now I'm stuck down here on the killing floor and I need
someone to shove
Kiss, kiss these days goodbye
Wipe those tears off from our eyes
This is not an alibi, baby, this is who I am
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh oh
This will be my battle cry
The thing for which I'll fight and die
My Gatsby, my Catcher in the Rye
Goodbye
This will be my battle cry
The thing for which I'll fight and die
My Gatsby, my Catcher in the Rye
Goodbye
Woah-oh-oh woah-oh-oh oh
