D. Boon - Uncle Tupelo

do you remember, remember D. Boon

part of what he was is a part of me nowand if you think back, where would he be where would I be if time had allowed

this isn’t written for any one manit’s about me this isn’t written for anyone alivejust the songs that he sang

I’ve been toldthat it’s a waste of time

well, so what

will it be worth mine

and if Managua’s bullets don’t flyyoung men still would die for glory

or for their countries

it’s just me and Jay

playing our guitars along with it all

this isn’t written for any one manit’s about me this isn’t written for anyone alivejust the songs that he sang

and I’m not old

so I’ve got nothing but time to wastewill it be worth mine