The summer was coming, I was out in the fields
Well then I heard a guitar playing, loud and clear
I saw an old man, he sat by a tree
He said “Come and listen to me son now, come and listen to me.”
He said “Hey boy, what does life mean to you? Well alright,”
“Does it mean got out, get drunk, and drown your blues?”
He said “If that’s, what it means to you, well alright,”
He said “Well that’s a wasted life and I got nothing more to say to you.”

Quit my job and baby, I went out, and I bought my first guitar

Then I started to learn a thing, ‘stead of propping up some bar, what happened?
Sent a tape, got our contract, made us all so glad
Then you started messing ’round with us, now life’s just bad

solo

Are you trying to mess us up now, trying to make us quit?
If that’s what your trying to do, well, you ain’t achieving it

Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground
Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground
Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground
Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground