Wrong or right

Summer of 68
I was 16
Thought it was great
World could wait

Things where fast
Changes going through
Learned a lot
Some things didn't last

A war back of my mind
People I knew died
Two cultures then
No one would really win

Some for war
Some against
Wrong or right
Times nothing made sense

On TV war on at night
At 16 it gave me a fright
Some took flight
Most stood and did fight

Alligator skin tassel loafers

Alligator skin tassel loafers
I thought so cool
Worked all summer
Buy me a pair for school


Polish and shine every night
With my brushed Levis bleeding Madris shirt and black socks
Every thing pressed and starched
Every thing had to be just right

I was so picky
I was kinda silly
Everything had to be so so
But least I did dress spiffy

No lint or crease
Could you see on me
Now wear anything it don't matter
But those alligator skin tassel loafers did cause chatter

Friend

Momma called me Pete
Why I don't know
Was it just a nickname
Or was it someone she did know

Now Daddy called me Hoss Fly
That was ok
He called me that
Up till the very last day

Some still call me Johnny
If they knew me back then
That to them is who I am
Way it's always been

John Lee when I was bad
That's what they called me
Knew something I had done wrong
That name made me strong

Now I'm John
To you and them
You can call me anything
But I prefer friend