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I built my own chains in the land of the free
A slave to a job that meant nothing to me
With three shiny new cars and a split level home
To furnish the tomb I was dying to own
Then one day I wakened with fear in my eye
Aware of a world that was passing me by
And I knew that my savings of silver and gold
Would mean not a thing when my body was cold
*Chorus
Because life is a song for the dying to sing
And itâs got to have feeling to mean anything
And a man can get by without silver or gold
With bread for the body and song for the soul
Iâm living my life by the lesson Iâve learned
And not looking back at the bridges Iâve burned
Cause the time that we travel from cradle to grave
Was meant to be spent and not meant to be saved
And I know there are some who will say Iâm a fool
But I donât give a damn for the people that do
Cause if down in a dungeon is where they belong
Well, thatâs their misfortune and none of my own
**Repeat Chorus
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- Album:
- Demos
- Extras
- The Cedar Creek Sessions
- Let the Music Play
- Feeling Mortal
- Closer To The Bone
- Miscellaneous
- Third World Warrior
- Repossessed
- To The Bone
- Shake Hands With The Devil
- Easter Island
- Surreal Thing
- Border Lord
- Jesus Was A Capricorn
- The Silver Tongued Devil and I
- A Moment Of Forever
- Live at the Philharmonic
- Live at RCA Studios 1972
- Live at the Big Sur Folk Festival