He was a troubadour, my, how Gamble could play He was a quiet man, he never had much
to say unless you spoke the things he loved Like good old southern boys in smoky bars
or old geared guitars I was a younger man, just a few years out of
school dying the big time Working on my cool he sat me down and said
Here's how you play it, be sure to mean all that you sing
And David, one more thing, be sure to pass it on
And show the next one to come along Maybe he'll look up to you like you do me
And when you're gone, you know the song will carry on
I give to you, you give to him, pass it on
My mind is restless, lying here before dawn with this memory
Yes, the years have come and gone, just got the bad news about my old friend
But one thought keeps dry through all these tears and whispers in my ear
Be sure to pass it on and show the next one to come along
Maybe he'll look up to you like you do me
And when you're gone, you know the song will carry on
I give to you, you give to him, pass it on
While the world was chasing the songs on the radio
He was quietly playing his guitar
A story to tell and a song sung
Well, I set my compass to that star
And swore I'd pass it on and show the next one to come along
Maybe he'll look up to me like I did you
And though you're gone, you know this song will carry on
I give to you, you give to him, pass it on
I give to you, you give to him, pass it on
And on and on and on
Pass it on and on
And on and on and on
Pass it on
And on and on and on
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh