Met myself a-comin’ county welfare line.
I was feelin’ strung out, hung out on the line.
Saw myself a-goin’ down to war in June.
All I want, all I want is to write myself a tune.
Wrote a song for everyone,
wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song for everyone
and I couldn’t even talk to you.
Got myself arrested, wound me up in jail.
Richmond ’bout to blow up, communication failed.
If you see the answer now’s the time to say.
All I want, all I want is to get you down to pray.
Wrote a song for everyone,
wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song for everyone
and I couldn’t even talk to you.
Wrote a song for everyone,
wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song for everyone
and I couldn’t even talk to you.
Saw the people standin’ thousand years in chains.
Somebody said, it’s diff rent now, but look, it’s just the same.
Pharoahs spin the message round and round the truth.
They could have saved a million people, how can I tell you?
Wrote a song for everyone,
wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song for evryone
and I couldn’t even talk to you.
Wrote a song for everyone,
wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song for everyone
and I couldn’t even talk to you.
Wrote a song for everyone,
wrote a song for truth.
Wrote a song for everyone
and I couldn’t even talk to you.
— John C. Fogerty