Singing along to Joni Mitchell
As his face went through the windshield
of his '67 Chevrolet

He was driving on the wrong side
Just a wee bit on the drunk side
When the ditch became a shallow grave

Just when he found what he liked
It was taken away

In his Chevy he did perish
To 'a free man in Paris'
The song played loudly away

Taken away on a stretcher
He was buried in the cornfield
Along with his Joni tapes

Just when he found what he liked
It was taken away

You can't separate a man and his Joni tapes ...