They'll remember me, when the best are proved
When rock's account is written
Not forget my ode to the southern man
Or my search for hearts of gold

Songs of damage done, mansions on a hill
And odes to girls of pastry
Songs of love gone wrong by a river down
Men wild eyed still, though old

Fans will stay with me, cause I never once
Proclaimed myself above them
They'll forgive my odd genre bending tries
'Cause I still play rock and roll

See the hippies fade to obscurity
Those that are still remaining
See my songs still rise, sung by fans unborn
When I sang of rock and roll

I never wrote songs to sell records
And there have been some best forgotten
But I swear till my dying breath
I'll play my rock and roll
I'll play my rock and roll

Many years have passed since that purple haze
With Stephen Stills, and Crosby
Friends in Alabama, do they hold a grudge
Are they angry still, though old?

They'll remember me when the tale is told
To future generations
Of the boomers fun, of the drugs they tried
When they played that rock and roll
When they played that rock and roll
When they played that rock and roll