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Inheritance
words and music by Donald R. Goldsmith/ bb wolfe copyright 2005
All rights reserved.

Andy was tall and quite a bit skinny
With eyeglasses as thick as ice
He wasn’t made from the finest pieces
That most of us tend to come by
At seventeen he wore a poet’s dream
Determined to reach its heights
Then at eighteen and ready to find his own
My friend Andy died

Chorus:

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
If it won’t turn to that I bet you it will rust
‘Fore nothing around here lasts too long
Before it is all used up

Not too long after Andy had gone
Archetypes stirred deep inside
I was out on the couch when the sad news came
That Terry was out for a drive
High up in the California hills
The wind blew his van off the side
He used to sing and play his guitar
But at the bottom of the hill he died

Others have come and others have gone
As I’ve strummed away the time
I found that Andy left me with
Ability to find a few rhymes
And Terry placed the guitar in my hands
I guess I saw it as a sign
They’ve been part of me now for quite a few years
And I think they’re still with me tonight