The Bacon Brothers
Bunch Of Words
When I was a child I heard them coming from my sisters room
And they spoke of peace and love and war and hate and hope and doom
And I knew they would change the world and mend this broken nation
Now they feel like memories
Coming from the oldies station
Just a bunch of words​ in a simple chain
On a hotel napkin with a red wine stain
Just a bunch of words and some simple chords that will soon be gone
Just a song

The monkey took my friend and beat him right into the ground
So I was there the day they spread his ashes all around
I sang one I wrote for him but felt just like a hack
Because I knew my pretty little ditty wasn’t ever gonna bring him back
Just a bunch of words​ in a simple chain
On a hotel napkin with a red wine stain
Just a bunch of words and some simple chords that will soon be gone
Just a song

One to move us, one to sooth us, one to educate
Major happy minor sad sometimes modulate

I know a pirate in the Caribbean who’s broken all the rules
Now he stands and sings for drunken kids from NY private schools
I ask him how he keeps it up and his eyes begin to glisten
He says, “It’s who I am, it’s what I do, on the off chance they might listen”
To a bunch of words​ in a simple chain
On a hotel napkin with a red wine stain
Just a bunch of words and some simple chords that will soon be gone
Just a song
Just a bunch of words​ in a simple chain
And a happy tune and a sad refrain
Just a bunch of words and some simple chords that will soon be gone
Just a song
But right or wrong
It’s just a song
We gotta soldier on
It’s just a song
Gotta soldier on, oh, yeah
Gotta soldier on, some my song
Gotta soldier on, right or wrong
Gotta soldier on, gotta soldier on
Gotta soldier on, soldier on
Gotta soldier on, some my song
Gotta soldier on, some my song
Oh, yeah​