Live and Let Live
Oh, the snot has caked against my pants
It has turned into crystal
There's a bluebird sitting on a branch
I guess I'll take my pistol
I've got it in my hand
Because he's on my land
And so the story ended
Do you know it oh-so-well?
Well, should you need, I'll tell you
The end-end-end-end-end-end-end-end
And...
Yes, I've seen you sitting on the couch
I recognize your artillery
I have seen you many times before
Once when I was an Indian
And I was on my land
Why can't you understand?
Served my time
Served it well
You made my soul
Write the rules
In the sky
But ask your leaders
Why, why
Autor(es): Arthur Lee
