Here they are Chris.

PLAY ME A ROCK 'N' ROLL SONG

I came into town as a man of renown,
A writer of songs about freedom and joy.
The hall had been rented and I was presented
As the kind of a singer most folks could enjoy.

As I climbed up the stair to the stage that was there,
It was obvious something was missing.
I could tell by the vibes they wouldn't be bribed.
They weren't in the mood to listen.

They yelled out, “Play me a rock and roll song.
Don't give me songs about freedom and joy.
Play me a rock and roll song,
Or don't play me no song at all.”

I played them some songs about peace and contentment,
And things that I've come to believe in.
When I was through to a chorus of “boo!”
Some track star yelled, “Thank God he's leavin’.”

“Now someone play me a rock and roll song.
I've had it to here with your flowers and beads.
Play me a rock and roll song,
Or don't play me no song at all.”

“If I played you a rock and roll song,
It wouldn't be fair if my head wasn't there,
So I'll leave you with your rock and roll songs,
And make my way back to the country.”

Still I hear, “Play me a rock and roll song.
Don't give me music that I don't want to hear.
Play me a rock and roll song.
I should-a stayed at home with a big case of beer.
Play me a rock and roll song,
Or don't play me no song at all.”