johnny rivers
artists and poets
Living in poverty, searching for harmony Chasing after dreams not yet real An artist with no brush, a poet with no pen Tried to tell the world what he did feel Years of disappointment, rare moments of joy Wonder how he endured the strife He saw all the beauty, felt the sorrow and pain Searchin for meaning to his life Now that he's gone will his songs live on? Will someone remember what he gave Stars in the skies, tears in your eyes Ooo, it made me feel so good inside Came from Alabama with a banjo on his knee Spent some time in Nashville, Tennessee He sang some fine lines, sad songs of hard times just for the people on the land (Chorus)