(Paul Foglino)
I used to live in the dark
I thought I didn't mind
I could find my way around
Cause I got used to being blind
I didn't bother to put up a fight
Cause I didn't think I would ever get it right
Then I saw the light
I can see
This is the way it's supposed to be
I can see
And I'm looking at you looking back at me
I can see
I used to lie to myself
And I believed every word I said
I took my own advice
I was easily misled
I gave up trying a long time ago
'Til you came around like a medicine show
Now I know
CHORUS
Let the good times roll
I never thought that I could
Come on and roll with me now
Don't know how long I'm gonna feel this good
I never ever thought I would understand
How it feels to be a happy man
Now I can
CHORUS(There Won't Be No Rock 'N' Roll)
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
Well, it's only gonna be about an hour, friend
'Til they dam your favorite river
So you can water-ski just one more reservior
And them supersonic ships are gonna take you
'Cross a sea of pavement
To one more faceless brickyard on the shore
Yeah, it's only gonna be about an hour or so
'Til they rip off all your mountains, boy
And that one last tired old eagle bites the sand
And all of that high-and-mighty scenery's
Gonna be leveled to the ground, boy
By a bunch a' them mindless strip mines on the land
[Chorus]
So listen well, my brothers
When you hear the night wind sigh
And you see the wild goose flying
Through the gray, polluted sky
There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n' roll
'Cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul
Well, it's only gonna take about a minute or so
'Til the junkyards fell the prairies, boy
And them smokin' yellow grass fires start to burn
And the warnings on them beer cans
Gonna be buried in them landfills
No deposit, no sad songs, and no returns
Yeah, it's only gonna take about a minute or so
'Til the factories blot the sun out
You gonna have to turn your lights on just to see
And them lights are gonna be neon, sayin'
"Fly Our Jets To Paradise"
And the whole damn world is gonna be made of styrene
[Chorus]
So listen well, my brothers
When you hear the night wind sigh
And you see the wild goose flying
Through the gray, polluted sky
There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n' roll
'Cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul
Yeah, it's only gonna be about a second, boy
'Til they take away all'a this country
And they'll tell you not to listen to this here song
And that far-off sound of freedom's
Gonna be an echo from