D. Boon (Uncle Tupelo)

Do you remember, remember D. Boon
Part of what he was is a part of me now and if you think back, where would he be
Where would I be if time had allowed
This isn't written for any one man it's about me
This isn't written for anyone alive just the songs that he sang
I've been told that it's a waste of time
Well, so what
Will it be worth mine
And if Managua's bullets don't fly young men still would die for glory
Or for their countries
It's just me and Jay
Playing our guitars along with it all
This isn't written for any one man it's about me
This isn't written for anyone alive just the songs that he sang
And I'm not old
So I've got nothing but time to waste will it be worth mine