I was in Woodstock the day Rick Danko died.

I climbed up on a barstool beside a perfect stranger and both of us cried.


He said he was a guitar man- used to play with Bob Dylan.

I don't know if I believed him but to call his bluff tonight would surely kill him.


Do not cry old man, it's not what today is for.

Two dead rocks starts in one night is more than anybody's gonna cry for.


Bottoms up stranger, let's tip one for the bass man.

Let's bury hum tonight, at the bottom of this mason