"I've been downloading some music recently off of a music called the Smithsonian Archive ... I got some old rock and roll stuff. There's this poet guy, I think he might be a DJ now, his name is Gary Green, I think he's from Georgia originally. Don't know much about him, I've Googled him, I've learned a little bit about him on the internet of course, and he's got this great song called That Burnt Out Rock and Roll which I've been obsessed with ever since I heard it a couple weeks ago"

- Frank Black on WOXY Oct. 31, 2006

He was an aging rock and roll star
With a burnt out country beat.
The children who once cheered his name
Now have young ‘ns at their own feet.
And no one has time
For that burnt out rock and roll.
But a rock and roll singer will never die
As long as the words to his songs are remembered
Without the burnt out tear that filled his eye.

He built a white crystal canyon home
To escape the rock revival shows
And to dream of a time
When just his music brought his highs and lows.
And no one has time
For that burnt out rock and roll.
But a rock and roll singer will never die
As long as the words to his songs are remembered
Without the burnt out tear that filled his eye.

There was one last late night TV show.
The camera missed the gun in his jeans.
He sang the songs and played the role.
Then a bullet cut him clean.
And no one has time
For that burnt out rock and roll.
But a rock and roll singer will never die
As long as the words to his songs are remembered
Without the burnt out tear that filled his eye.

Words and Music by Gary Green from the Folkways Album "Still At Large" © 1979, 1982, and 2011 Gary Green