A cynical emotion comparing my belief in the healing power of music to the A.M.A. tongue-in-cheekly.
Lyrics
Love, bread and water.
Love, bread and water.
I don't need a whole lot of money to take me where I'm going.
I don't need some big fancy car to drive my sorry butt back home.
I need love, bread and water, and shelter me from the storm.
I'm just a simple man in a complicated place.
I don't look for ansers flying around outer space.
Traveling with angels inside my guitar case.
Doctor can't help me. Just thinks he can. Doctor can't help me. No he just thinks he can. A little more radiation, one more CT scan. Doctor can't help me, doctor can't help me, help me, help me.
I ain't telling you nothing new. I'm just saying it again.
Going down to Memphis. Memphis, Tennessee. I'm going down to Memphis. Memphis, Tennessee. I'm gonna talk to Elvis. He's kinda like a doctor to me. Going down to Memphis. Going down to Memphis. Gonna talk to Elvis. He said you need love, bread and water, and that's good enough for me.