Make It On Your Own If You

Say A Prayer For The Pretender, Who Started Out So Young And Strong Only To Surrender.

And My Dad Wanted Me To Play The Trumpet Because That's What He Liked. His Idol Was Louis Armstrong. My Dad Thought My Teeth Came Together In A Way That Was Perfect For Playing The Trumpet.

I Don't Know What Happens When People Die Can't Seem To Grasp It As Hard As I Try It's Like A Song I Can Hear Playing Right In My Ear That I Can't Sing I Can't Help Listening

Let The Disappointments Pass Let The Laughter Fill Your Glass Let The Illusions Last Until They Shatter Whatever You Might Hope To Find Among The Thoughts That Crowd Your Mind There Won't Be Many That Ever Really Matter.

Right Around The End Of The Fifties, College Students And Young People In General, Began To Realize That This Music Was Almost Like A History Of Our Country - This Music Contained The Real History Of The People Of This Country.