Singing along to Joni Mitchell As his face went through the windshield of his '67 Chevrolet He was driving on the wrong side Just a wee bit on the drunk side When the ditch became a shallow grave Just when he found what he liked It was taken away In his Chevy he did perish To 'a free man in Paris' The song played loudly away Taken away on a stretcher He was buried in the cornfield Along with his Joni tapes Just when he found what he liked It was taken away You can't separate a man and his Joni tapes ...