Story Behind The Song
Song about society in general and how filled with hate everyone seems to be. A feeling of hopelessness in trying to figure it all out.
| Song Length |
2:46 |
Genre |
Folk - Traditional, Folk - Americana |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Depressing, Restless |
Subject |
General |
| Similar Artists |
Bob Dylan |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1960 - 1969 |
| |
Lyrics
One time a crazy dream came to me
I was blind, I couldn't see
So I listened real well
But them people were mean as hell
They were yelling
And screaming
And fighting
And stealing
And hurting
And crying
Good Lord,
They were dying
So I picked up my guitar and played
I had something I wanted to say
But no one would hear my song
They were too busy not getting along
They were yelling
And screaming
And fighting
And stealing
And hurting
And crying
Good Lord,
They were dying
So I went home to figure it out
See what the fuss was all about
But I fell asleep at a quarter to two
I realized there ain't nothin' I can do
To stop the yelling
And screaming
And fighting
And stealing
And hurting
And crying
Good Lord,
We're all dying