Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Black Crowes
The Black Crowes
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Robinson
Chris Robinson
Composer
Rich Robinson
Rich Robinson
Composer

Lyrics

Young man, crazy; old man, wise
Some folks real, some just jive
Young man, crazy; old man, wise
Sun, stars, earth, moon, sky, tides
It's been tough, livin' rough, but you're here to stay
Six feet under the ground, not as hard as it sounds, ok
Gettin' high, seein' with three eyes on a rainy day
Well, I've been dusted, busted and blown away
I'm gettin' in your ear, with nothin' but fear, let the music play
Big or tall, gonna hit you all, get out the way
Come along, baby, soundin' strong baby, wha'd I say? Yeah
Well we all got lines and at the end we're all gonna pay, yeah
Young man, crazy; old man, wise
Some folks real, some just jive
Young man, crazy; old man, wise
Sun, stars, earth, moon, sky, tide
M-murder in mind and this time, b-baby, it's for real
Take the devil aside, it's time to make the deal
Wash the blood if you want but the truth you can't conceal
I'm gonna roll on, drivin' wheel
Young man, crazy; old man, wise
Some folks real, yeah, some just jive
Young man, crazy; old man, wise
Sun, star, earth, moon, sky, tide
(Sun, stars, earth)
(Moon, sky, tide)
I said, "Does anybody want some?"
Let me hear you say
Does anybody want some?
Let me hear you say
Does anybody want some?
Let me hear you say
Does anybody want some?
Let me hear you say
Does anybody?
Written by: Chris Robinson, Rich Robinson
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