There once was a rocker
His name was the doctor
He played like no other
He learned from his dad
He jammed down for his mother,
He stringed like a crazy man
He joined the military
He rocked out troops
And even foreign lands.
He in the middle of the fighting would bring
His guitar to the war,for the princes and kings.
He was shot with his 1964 guitar strung about his shoulder.
The middle easterners buried him, where there's water flowing
From boulders, he never gets older he continues to play peace
Loving tunes from beyond the grave.
You can still hear him wailing, that 12 stringed guitar
Throughout all 50 states.
They stopped the war, directly after his death.
Because his sound he strung, was beautifully hung
Upon the flag he sung.
'War no more' rock and roll's doctor addressed.