Not so many years from now They'll place my weary bones in the ground At least there won't be a blank page In the chapters that precede my fate For I danced upon the earth and the seas And now it's just you and me As we laugh about the birds and the bees My memory is fading away I am shaken but not stirred Maybe I am going insane And everybody sees it but me The Americans need God, like Georgia needs the rain At least that's what the preachers say I've started several fires Some are burning bright today