1968 (Turnpike Troubadours)

One, Two, Three, There ain’t a thing in the world to take me back Like a dark-haired girl in a Cadillac On main street of an old forgotten town The sun light shines in fine white lines On weathered stores with open signs They may as well just close ‘em down. And you look like 1968 or was it ‘69 When I heard you caught a bullet Well I guess you’re doing fine And you speak of revolution Like it’s some place that you’ve been Well you’ve been a long time gone Good too see you my old friend. Oh now that sun is gone away Replaced instead by silver rays Of moonlight falling on the avenue Oh and I could sleep if you would drive I just can’t keep my mind alive And you’ve got nothing better else to do And we've all been looking for you Like a hobo you walk in Well how the mighty all have fallen How the holy all have sinned Is that the clattering of sabers Or the cool September winds Well you’ve been a long time gone Good to see you my old friend. And there’s just two times a day like this You find this kind of blissfulness The sun it sets and rises in the morn. And we’re shakin hands; I rub my eyes Free up all my alibis Just a blinking like the day I was born And you look like 1968 or was it ‘69 When I heard you caught a bullet Well I guess you’re doing fine And you speak of revolution Like it’s some place that you’ve been Well you’ve been a long time gone Good too see you my old friend. And when the rounds were fired that April you were on the balcony When ten thousand tear drops hit the ground in Memphis, Tennessee You were a prideful rebel yell among a million marching men. And you’ve been a long time gone Good to see you my old friend Well you’ve been a long time gone Good to see you my old friend.