The sun was a fiery hot ball in the sky
when I looked, it hurt my eyes
but it still felt good deep down inside.
As I looked I heard a song on the radio
by a young fellow with hair colored yellow
a Simple Man who knew how to put on a show!
Gazing up, sunshine on my face
I saw a plane leaving for some distant place
it reminded me how he had run his last race.
That day, it was sad indeed
our world left just a bit more in need
The day the Freebird was finally freed.
***dedicated to Ronnie VanZant 10/20/77***
Here is a link to a song called Grey Ghost by The Henry Paul Band, best tribute song ever.
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