Old Wild Men
Where are my boys?They are in deepest waterWhere are they now?They are over the hill and far awayBut they are broken men who lie lowWaiting for miracles
Old men of rock and rollCame bearing musicWhere are they now?They are over the hill and far awayBut they're still gonna play guitarsOn dead strings, and old drumsThey'll play and play to pass the timeThe old wild menOld wild menOld wild men, waiting for miracles
Lord have mercy upon the manyLord have mercy upon the fewLord have mercy upon the manyLord have mercy on me and on you