In a age when sex and violence, Are intimately entwined, I'd expect to hear a lot of songs, About jealousy and crime, Introspective navel-gazing, Is such a bloody bore, But they're not writing folk songs, Like they used to anymore.
In days of old the minstrels told, Of Lord Arnold's cheating wife, And of Matty Groves whom she led to bed, And of how both did loose their life. I would expect today the song of O.J., Like the balladry of yore, But they're not writing folk songs, Like they used to anymore.
Folk singers once sang of outlaw gangs, And of union-busting thugs, Of wild windy plains and fast freight trains, And of little critters and bugs, Of pretty young girls with their Tennessee curls, And the oppression of the poor, But they're not writing folk songs, Like they used to anymore.
The Irish rebel songs are gone, And the Scots and Welsh as well. The music company executives say, That stuff just doesn't sell. But synthesized pseudo-Celtic crap, Lines the shelves of my music store. And they're not writing folk songs, Like they used to anymore. Line breaks added. --JoeClone Steve, to get a line break, you can type at the end of each line, or copy one and paste it repeatedly.