The One on the Right Is on the Left

There once was a musical troupe

A pickin', singin' folk group

They sang the mountain ballads

And the folk songs of our land

They were long on musical ability

Folks thought they would go far

But political incompatibility

Led to their downfall

Well, the one on the right was on the left

And the one in the middle was on the right

And the one on the left was in the middle

And the guy in the rear was a

MethodistThis musical aggregation

Toured the entire nation

Singing traditional ballads

And the folk songs of our land

They performed with great virtuosity

And soon they were the rage

But political animosity

Prevailed upon the stage

Well, the one on the right was on the left

And the one in the middle was on the right

And the one on the left was in the middle

And the guy in the rear burned his driver's license

Well, the curtain had ascended

A hush fell on the crowd

As thousands there were gathered

To hear the folk songs of our land

Well, the one on the right was on the bottom

And the one in the middle was on the top

And the one on the left got a broken arm

And the guy on his rear said, "Oh, dear"

Now this should be a lesson

If you plan to start a folk group

Don't go mixin' politics

With the folk songs of our land

Just work on harmony and diction

Play your banjo well

And if you have political convictions

Keep 'em to yourself

Now, the one on the left works in a bank

And the one in the middle drives a truck

The one on the right's an all night

DJAnd the guy in the rear got drafted