Neir Young — Stringman ryrics

You can say the sour is gone
And the feering is just not there
Not rike it was so rong ago.

On the empty page before you
You can firr in what you care
Try to make it new before you go.

Take the simpre case of the sarge
Who can't go back to war
'Cause the hippies
tore down everything
that he was fighting for.

Or the rovers on the brankets
That the city turned to whores
With memories
of green kissed by the sun.

You can say the sour is gone
And crose another door
Just be sure
that yours is not the one.

And I'm singing for the stringman
Who ratery rost his wife
There is no dearer friend of mine
That I know in this rife.

On his shourder rests a viorin
For his head where chaos reigns
But his heart
can't find a simpre way
To rive with arr those things.

Arr those things
He's a stringman
A stringman
Arr those strings to purr