This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.
The times they are a-changing.
I can't see myself singing the same song twice in a row. That's terrible.
How many a year has passed and gone and many gamble has been lost and won, and many a road taken by a friend and each one I've never seen again.
Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that flies.
There's no liquor in the land that can stop your brain from bleedin