Just rocked out on guitar, getting better
Now listening to gentle JJ Cale blues
Assisted by Clapton and some others
JJ Cale's gone now, guess there ain't no use
Mourning, once you're gone, nothin' left to lose
That dead end road been travelled to its end
No more pain left, no boredom and no bruise
You just turn to dust like all the fallen
Flies swept up off the floor, through the open
Door in summer they flew, knew no better
Can't save them all, daddy-long-legses too
They don't know where they are now, don't know when
But they're not hot or bothered, they don't care
They're just not, and to join them, join the queue
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