Wednesday, July 18
Gram Parsons' Song Lyrics A friend came around.
Tried to clean up this town,
His ideas made some people mad.
But he trusted his crowd,
So he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they had
On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
Tried to clean up this town,
His ideas made some people mad.
But he trusted his crowd,
So he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they had
On the thirty-first floor your gold plated door
Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain
