I'm just another common man with my back against the wall

I've been alive for 40 odd years, I've seen a dozen free-birds fall

I read about the tragedies, pin the articles to my wall

If your gonna take the good ones, Lord,

You might as well take us all.



I've always been a rock and roll fan, I love that southern bluesy touch

When Duane went down, he was riding free, I thought, that'd be enough

Then Ronnie was gone, a legend moves on and the boys still carry his songs

Then on a foggy night on a mountain side,

There went Stevie Ray Vaughn.



Leave em' alone--can't you see now, they're the only hope we know.

They're our fantasies, our pride, and our dreams while our backs are on the wall.

Oh, it's hard enough to live this life, and stand up straight and tall.

If your gonna pick and choose through the good ones, Lord,

You might as well take us all.



Yeah, if your gonna pick and choose through the good ones, Lord,

You might as well take us all.