Written by Gram Parsons



One hundred years from this day will the people still feel this way

Still say the things that they're saying right now

Everyone said I'd hurt you, they said that I'd desert you

If I go away, you know I'm gonna get back some how

Nobody knows what kind of trouble we're in

Nobody seems to think it'll all might happen again



One hundred years from this time would anybody change their minds

And find out one thing or two about life

But people are always talking

You know they're always talking

Everybody's so wrong that I know it's gonna work out right

Nobody knows what kind of trouble we're in

Nobody seems to think it all might happen again