The Garden (Part III)

Got a little bit of soul
 Got a little bit of rock 'n' roll in my bones,
 Don't you bury me when I'm old
 I may need 'em when I'm reborn,
 When I'm reborn.
 The garden that you planted is doin' well
 I thought you'd like to know,
 The roses are growin' on the hound dog's bones
 It reminds me of the time I told you long ago:
 "Darlin' let's let our hair grow long
 We can work on a farm, maybe live on a mountain.
 I got an old hound dog, likes to run,
 He needs a lot of room and he hates to be chained up."
 Just like me, just like we are supposed to be.
 Just like me, just like we are supposed to be.
 Just like me, just like we are supposed to be.
 Just like me, just like we are supposed to be.
 The mountain's sinking, the river's rising,
 The sky is falling, I fear I'm dying.
 The forest is creeping in, I cannot stop it,
 I don't want to try now, I can't remember how
 I used to dream about them valley highways
 Before I was chained to this country by way
 And you left me here, letting freedom tear us apart.