Текст: Uncle Tupelo. D. Boon.

do you remember, remember D. Boon
part of what he was is a part of me nowand if you think back, where would he be
where would I be if time had allowed

this isn't written for any one manit's about me
this isn't written for anyone alivejust the songs that he sang

I've been toldthat it's a waste of time
well, so what
will it be worth mine

and if Managua's bullets don't flyyoung men still would die for glory
or for their countries
it's just me and Jay
playing our guitars along with it all

this isn't written for any one manit's about me
this isn't written for anyone alivejust the songs that he sang

and I'm not old
so I've got nothing but time to wastewill it be worth mine