You want the high lonesome brought down to earth –
the value of gold – devoid of its worth.
Like herbless reggae – or atheist Bach
like love without romance and time with no clock –
it’s smokeless jazz without the snap
buried treasure without any map.
It’s Andean flutes without the coca
Moon with no shine – un Raton sin Boca
You can’t have your culture without the Gospel
like rain without water, it’s simply impossible.
You can’t keep the tree without having roots
or gather a harvest without the fruits.
So get the hell gone with your atheist bluegrass
lest someone imply you’re an unsaved jackass…