(Don W. Felder, C. Newcomb)
© 1970 Bubafig Ent. Inc./Three BrothersMusicInc,/ASCAP
No copyright infringement is intended.
Bag of flesh and bones
Is a miracle of a miracles
Suddenly cool your mind
And you will find
Golden fields of glory
Are enhanced by your imagination
Forest down the stream has got time
To soothe your own frustrations
No lack of rule, no lack of rule
No lack of rule
No lack of rule, no lack of room YEAH
Do you greet the mornin'?
Smile for mid-day
There's a stone in your mind
Not up the road ahead aways
Because there's no lack of rule
No lack of room, no lack of rule
No lack of rule
No lack of room, no lack of rule YEAH
There's no lack of rule
For bein' you my younger brother
We're both here to learn
From each other
If we take the time to slow down
And find our own direction
Then we'll have a place to look from
A home it seems with no neglection
No lack of room
No lack of room, no lack of rule
No lack of room, no lack of rule
No lack of room YEAH
