Man started out living in a cave. Felt right at home nobody’s slave. Only wanted a happy home. Only wanted to be left alone.
Now it’s my turn to show my stuff. It’s sometimes fun it’s sometimes rough. I’m workin’ hard to earn my way, but lucky me my work is play!
Workin’ hard, playin’ hard, helps through each day and night. Workin’ hard, playin’ hard, makes everything all right!
Those are the lyrics to my 1977 killersong “Workin Hard Playin Hard.”
I call it Spirit Dance Music for breeders.
I don’t really write songs, in between hunts, inspired by The Great Spirit, I just unleash the spirit of my life in killer grooves and excitable guitar jams.