I knew a boy down in Oklahoma City
for the enjoyment of friends
But the words that he painted with
Pretty patterns, lovely images
Found that nobody listened
the pictures he portrayed
Everybody danced to the mu sic he made he went.
So he picked up his twelfth string
and slowed the pace down,
As he told tales of heartbreak
to the chords of his song
So he just shrugged his shoulders
and strummed on his strings
with his words that had wings
He ignored all his audience
To see that nobody listened
the pictures he portrayed
Everybody danced to the music he made when he went
His fame reached the ears
He would make him the king
of the discotheque fever,
cause the kid really rocked,
He deserted his lyrics for trivial licks
and for funky arrangements
When they rushed out his records,
Nobody danced to the rhythms he played
the pictures he portrayed
Never moving, never grooving,