Legend Of Old Man Byrd

It was a fine year
 One nine seven 0
 "A Rainy Night in Georgia" playin' on the radio
 In the Hot Springs of Arkansas
 Carey Marc
 Saw the light and fought the law
 He's divin' deep
 Under the
 He's flyin' high
 Over the edge of the moon
 Look yonder, Carey Marc's a-comin'
 Down from afar
 How sweet that melody he's hummin'
 Under the stars
 Forever strummin' his maple black guitar
 Old man Byrd
 Old man Byrd
 When he first came 'round the river bend
 I saw lighting flashing in the heavens
 Floating on a blue raft
 Somehow mournful
 The way that storm boy laughed
 He's divin' deep
 Under the
 He's flyin' high
 Over the edge of the moon
 Look yonder, Carey Marc's a-comin'
 Down from afar
 How sweet that melody he's hummin'
 Under the stars
 Forever strummin' his maple black guitar
 Old man Byrd
 Old man Byrd
 He's go ink on his kin
 "What is man?"
 He thinks about the mysteries
 nobody understands
 He knows the sun will burn away
 And he calls this the "delicate fade"
 He's divin' deep
 Under the
 He's flyin' high
 Over the edge of the moon
 Look yonder, Carey Marc's a-comin'
 Down from afar
 How sweet that melody he's hummin'
 Under the stars
 Forever strummin' his maple black guitar
 Old man Byrd
 Old man Byrd