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“Yes I am a pirate, two hundred years too late

The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder

I'm an over-forty victim of fate

Well now if I ever live to be an old man I’m gonna sail down to Martinique

I’m gonna buy me a sweat-stained Bogart suit and an African parakeet

Then I’ll sit him on my shoulder and open up my trusty old mind

When I woke up this mornin' I was tired as I could be I think I was countin' my money When I should a' been countin' sheep My agent he just called me And told me what I should be If I would make my music for money Instead of makin' music for me

I said, "I know that this may sound funny But money don't mean nothin' to me I won't make my music for money No, I'm gonna make my music for me"

He said, "The people only buy the love songs Rock 'n' roll and not too long" He said, "Son you got to be commercial If you want to turn the people on" And I said, "Turnin' on the people Now that's a beautiful place to be But if I spend my time makin' them up a rhyme Well, who's gonna turn on me?"

I said, "I know that this may sound funny But money don't mean nothin' to me I won't make my music for money No, I'm gonna make my music for me"

Well now I went up to country And I'll tell you all about the scene I found a place with much charm and much grace That wasn't touched by the music machine Whoa, the people were havin' a good time Makin' music all day long And nobody cared if they ever got paid One penny for playin' a song

I said, "I know that this may sound funny But money don't mean nothin' to me I won't make my music for money No, I'm gonna make my music for me"

I said, "I know that this may sound funny But money don't mean nothin' to me I won't make my music for money No, I'm gonna make my music for me" Whoa, I know...