SONGS & DREAMS
about
HOPE

by Jeffrey Murrell

ALRIGHT!


Brother Billy was
A little ticked off
To hear the busy tone
on me telephone;

I said I was only nine
When Richard Nixon resigned!
He said those were better times,
When all the hippies died.

I said
Alright! I hate to rain on your parade!
Alright! But they're still kicking
In their graves!
Alright! Politicians are still the same.
Alright! Alright!

It must have been a trip
When long hair was hip
And everyone was kin
And everything was digged

Against the government.
Together to the end!
And everyone was friends.
He's glad there ain't none left.
He's glad there ain't none left!

I said
Alright! I hate to rain on your parade!
Alright. But they're still kicking
In their graves!
Alright! Politicians are still the same.
Alright! Alright!