harry chapin
the parade's still passing by
I got the news today That you refused to play 'Cause you never made number one But it's not just the words  It's the deeds that are heard When all is said and done Kings take their crowns They melt them all down  Trying to get the gold out You went to hell and Even when you weren't selling You never ever sold out  You weren't no leader You were more like a bleeder Who was trying to cry for us all You weren't no sage  But your sense of outrage Sounded like a trumpet call Fifteen years ago In the old folky show  You were just one voice in the crowd But now with so few singing Your voice would have been ringing Out 'bout twice as loud  There but for fortune Say a small circle of friends Some may see the changes So, few see the ends  The pleasures of the harbor Have come to you at last You may not be marching anymore But the parade's still going past  I'm not taking the blame That we killed you You know you did that to yourself But it was kind of a shame  That you played that game 'Cause you were better than anyone else One shot of your bottle Got you full throttle  It was the friend that was always there But your greatest gift And the curse you lived with Was that you could always care 