Legends Of Our Time Poem by William Mowell

I listen to Kid, Kracker, Hank, and Jones
Their songs chill me to the bones

You can have your pop idol trash
Even though Follow Me made a lot of cash

I'll be 3 Doors Down listening to Nickelback
You think its weak, hit you with Smack

Look at the Papa Roach in my room
Must be waiting for a full moon

I Need You, to get the hell out
Baby's gotta love the twist and shout

Skynyrd and Pink Floyd are the best
Alien Ant Farm and Bush fill out the rest

Rock and country collide in Restless Kelly
Sweet as mamma's Guava Jelly

You'll see a Sixgun coming from my side
But you'll never be Anything But Mine

I'll be making a Ghost Of You
While everyone's waiting for something new

I Am the Cowboy they speak of
Can you feel my love

It'll be Everclear when you find me
I need Fuel so I can make you see

This isn't a game to be played
Its a statement to be made

I can't leave tonight on a train
But tomorrow I'll be in the fast lane

Leave for Detroit City or Nashville
Start work at an old steel mill

Pay my way to the top of the music scene
Make it up the ladder by any means

Make a duet with Brooks, my inspiration
His music my infatuation

I hear the thunder roll and step into the fire
Listen to his songs and it gets me higher

It all plays out in my mind
I'll keep searching for which I can't find

I might never live my dream or get to see
The legends of my time, who inspire me