Ingram Cecil Connor
The Third
A trust fund baby who
Became a Byrd
Born to a warrior and a fruit grower's daughter
In the proud South of these here United States
The warrior father took his own life when the boy was twelve
Then mother took up with a local Parsons
Not to be mistaken for a religious man, though
He took to women other than his wife
And the neglected mother drank herself to death
He wanted to create cosmic American music
Liked his Gospel and Soul with Country and Rock & Roll
Dropping out of the Crimson College
To play with submarines along side Nuese who introduced
Him to the music that sparked it
So they fancied themselves like Buck Owens
And serenaded the truck driving man
A kid who died in Lakewood in July of '72
Convinced Gram he needed to be in California
Where he could make the scene on the big screen
Go west he did and bought a house for the band
But stayed with Nancy
Much to Crosby's chagrin
And the band played on
Success eluded our young hero
Even with Hazlewood's help
As '68 dawned he knew
He had to make a move
Then he found himself filling
Crosby's spot once more
Only with his voice and guitar
Not in the boudoir
Sweet was the short time spent in the studio
Heart full of soul and raw with passion
Of this history shows
The trip to Nashville wasn't easy
Rodeo days and Opry nights of harassment
Five months was long enough
When the Glimmer Twins said stay with us
In London, and teach the Honky Tonk
Back in L.A. he was soon flying with the Bros. Burritos
Living in a gilded palace of sin
Until Hillman said it was time for him to leave
The cocaine and the heroin were taking their toll
Even Pallenberg told Richards to show him the door
G.P. back at the family estate
Married the young and fetching Gretchen
Who needed more than he could give
Back in England Grech helped him kick the horse
And with Emmylou he found his echo
Alcohol though, that which drowned his mother and father
Filled his mind and his belly every night
Soon after he created his grievous angel
Death took away another friend
In 26 years he'd lost his parents, lost his home
lost his wife and lost too many friends
In Joshua Tree on a warm September night
Gram Parsons lost his life
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