I sat down Got out my guitar Blew off the dust Worked the rusty strings I played slow I play fast I played sad songs and I sang Chores I've had choices since the day that I was born Mama tried to raise me right but I refused Drifting down that dusty Dixie road I've sang the family bible and I'll fly away It's so easy When life is good When it's not Can't help but think Are the good times Really over For good Then I sang!