Davey

I heard the bad news Monday morning Everybody's saying,"Wow, what a drag." Seems the skin heads had some point to prove Now little Davey's dead in his sleeping bag so I found myself a spot with green grass somewhere way on down in the United States Had a jug of wine, I had some time to pass I picked up my guitar and I began to play For the lovers on the on ramp and the old men in the park for the bad side of the city the little fishes and the sharks and those who give so much to life and those that take away and those who work so hard to get by while Davey.................. Davey found the time to play. We'd see little Davey up on the corner playing like he didn't have a choice we never thought that he'd go anywhere He couldn't play guitar, he didn't have a voice but we'd hang out and listen to him anyway there was something bout his style You know it wasn't so much the way he played I think it was the way he smiled while he sang about the lovers on the the on ramp and the old men in the park about the bad side of the city the little fishes and the sharks Those who give so much to life and those who take away and those who work so hard to get by while Davey..................... Davey had the time to play. We heard the bad news Monday morning everybody's saying, "Wow, what a drag." Seems the skin heads had a point to prove Now little Davey's dead in his sleeping bag...........