OLD FRED SINGS A SONG (110 bpm)
Music by Frederick George Moore
Lyrics by Frederick George Moore
                     and Jerry Wilfong
Copyright © July 24, 1969
Demophonic Music Publishing BMI
Used with permission

In the blue skies of my mind
In the green fields I left behind me
In my own
time

Well now I'm in the fac-to-ry uh huh
Well I'm in the big ci-ty alright
Well I work my fingers to the bone
Tryin' to make rent for my home
I'm pushing brooms on floors all day
But why? I don't know - why did I leave my home?
I don't know what good it does to roam about
Searching when nothing's to be
found

Well today I roamed the old high-ways uh huh
Tomorrow maybe I'll sail a-waves ooh hoo
Well I guess it doesn't matter where I'll be
That grave's gonna be in front of me
I've got no money for a stone
Oh god I'm alone - in a city's ghetto grime
I don't know that I can ever find my home 
Searching for what's been left be-
hind 

(Original:  A deserted desert sky
Where will I
die? )