I met him in a greenwich village called Finnook.

Greenwich?

He was selling folk songs and little dirty books.

The place was full of happy hopped up hippies at the time All morning long he hadn't made a dime

He was a green rich village folksong salesman You should have heard the bag he was in

He was a green, rich village, full of salesmen.

He'd jump up and sing one now and then.

I got songs about Detroit and Vietnam and a new one about the Economic Opportunity Program.

What's that?

I don't know.

I didn't write this.

he had a little banjo with an alligator strap he'd sing a song at the drop of your hat

He had one song there that Johnson should have heard to the tune of the great speckled bird.

He was a green witch village.

Folks saw a salesman.

His beard was a dark shade of green.

He was a green witch village.

Boats on sail, and now and then you jump up and eat screen.

I got songs about Detroit and Vietnam and a new one about the Economic Opportunity Program.

I can't even pronounce that.

Well, I told him that I had to soon be on my way, way back to Music City, U.S.

of A.

He said, if you see Lee and Nancy, my friend, tell them I've got songs for them.

He was a green witch fillet, folks on salesmen.

You should have heard the bag he was in.

What a bag, what a bag, what a bag.

He was a green witch fillet.

Folks aren't salesmen.

He'd jump up and sing one now and then.

Oh, yeah.

He was a free.