And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar Spend it fast as I can for a wailin' song and a good guitar The only things that I understand, oh ye… - Hoyt Axton

So hold my hand, I'm going down fast, And if I return, I'll never more be blue It's not the leaving of all I love that makes me cry But my darling, when I think of you.

You know I've smoked a lot of grass O' Lord, I've popped a lot of pills But I never touched nothin' That my spirit could kill.

When it all comes down I hope it doesn't land on you When the truth is found I hope it will be true to you. All I'm sayin' is have a nice day I hope it doesn't rain on your parade An' when it all comes down I hope it doesn't land on you.