People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.

Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again.

You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes.

Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule.

May your heart always be joyful. May your song always be sung.

It will scramble your head and drag your brain about, sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out.

Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach