I Sang In Art School, Just To

My Husband Had An Education. He Had A Degree In Literature. I Married Into A Camp Of Literary Types.

Acid, Booze, And Ass, Needles, Guns, And Grass, Lots Of Laughs.

I Came Upon A Child Of God, He Was Walking Along The Road And I Asked Him, Where Are You Going And This He Told Me: "i'm Going On Down To Yasgur's Farm I'm Going To Join In A Rock 'n' Roll Band I'm Going To Camp Out On The Land, I'm Going To Try An' Get My Soul Free.

There'll Be Icicles And Birthday Clothes And Sometimes There'll Be Sorrow

Musically, I Don't Think I'd Ever Dry Up. I Trust My Musical Invention.