Redneck'S Song

These thirty years Old men have filled my ears With middle-aged ideas That never have been young, They made me wise. I learnt to whitewash lies. I learnt to shut my eyes, And hold my tongue.

Damned Philistine. And was it then so fine To learn to draw the line. (Is there a line to draw?) And must I then For threescore years and ten Worship the laws of men Who worshipped law?

Those laws are dust To-day, and yet I must Be faithful still, and trust In what dead men did prove. Magic may kill Their wisdom and their will, Yet I must follow still Their path ... my groove....