Dedicated to Johnny and Dally, may they always stay golden.



There was a time when life,

As it seemed to me,

Was joyful and happy,

It was carefree,



There was music and laughter,

No one and nothing was blue,

And the only thing that mattered,

Was that you could keep a tune,



Those days have died,

The laughter stopped,

The record player,

No longer plays any b-bop.



The sun has set,

It's final rays have disappeared,

Below the cold earth,

I knew my time had neared.



Time to make my stand

Time to change,

Time to hold my head up high,

Time to rearrange.



It's barley been a year,

But it seems like only yesterday,

Because I can still kinda hear,

The way that record used to play.



I hope that record will keep playing for you,

I hope it doesn't leave your ear, So when you walk down that lonely road,

There will still be a record playing for you to hear.