The Rifle And The Song

(D. Rodriguez)
So, I turn my head to where the four winds blow
And all the books I've read and all the things I know
But the mystery lives on
All my friends, they ask, "Have you forgotten your soul?
Hou can you sing about hunger in a rock and roll song?"
But the mystery lives on

Chorus: The dancer or the dance, the sunset or the dawn
I can't discern the difference between the rifle and the song
They sanctify Karl Marx, and revolution
And the American record charts and austere solutions
But the mystery lives on
While they're starving in Africa, and Indo-China
And South America and Appalachia
The mystery lives on

Chorus:
So, I turn my head to where the four winds blow
And all the books I've read and all the things I know
But the mystery lives on