Stephen Stills and Smith - First Things First

First things first
When you can quit livin' in the past
When you stop worryin' 'bout tomorrow
Then I think you just might last

And I know the price of freedom
Gettin' more than a little high
In these angry days of sorrow
We find the meaning of a lie

So I sing about first things first
First things first
Remember everything you pass
When it's time to go on back

Remember to put the first things first
And I know the price of freedom
Gettin' more than a little high
In these angry days of sorrow

We find the meaning of a lie
So I sing about first things first

Written by:
Joe Schermie, Jon R Smith, Stephen A Stills

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Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing

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