Singing along to Joni Mitchell
As his face went through the windshield
of his '67 Chevrolet
He was driving on the wrong side
Just a wee bit on the drunk side
When the ditch became a shallow grave
Just when he found what he liked
It was taken away
In his Chevy he did perish

To 'a free man in Paris'
The song played loudly away
Taken away on a stretcher
He was buried in the cornfield
Along with his Joni tapes
Just when he found what he liked
It was taken away
You can't separate a man and his Joni tapes ...