TALKING SWEET BYE AND BYE
© Greg Keeler 1987

Dark Clouds

Dark clouds on the horizon. No use rationalizin'.
I'll lay back, put my feet up and turn on the radio.
Jimmy Buffet is singing a song about Mexico.
How he takes it so easy, I don't know.

And it's so long to Maria and so long to Jose'.
I guess the revolution had its day.
Now they've thought it over, the federales aren't so bad
As they used to say.

Take a look at Bob Dylan. He built a house for three million,
With a living room that he could ride horses through.
The times are a changin' and that ain't no sin.
Guess you might say he blew it in the wind.

And it's so long Abbie Hoffman, and so long Bobby Seal.
I guess the revolution wasn't real.
Now you've thought it over, the federales aren't so bad
As you used to feel.

When Eldridge Cleaver turned outlaw, he gave up all of his in-laws,
Put his soul on ice and sailed for a foreign shore.
Now he's a Christian and don't know what he did it for.
Guess his soul isn't on ice any more.

And it's so long Angie Davis, and so long Pattie Hurst.
After all that, nothing's better. Nothing's worse.
Now you've thought it over, the federales aren't so bad
As they were at first.

Che Guavara is dead now, shot full of glory and lead now.
Fidel Castro is chubby and looking for yankee bucks.
The hippie pusher who ran the border ran out of luck.
Now he drives an Exxon truck.

And it's so long Charley Manson, so long Squeaky Fromm.
I guess the revolution was a bomb.
Now you've throught it over, the federales always know
Where you're comin' from.