Proud to steal her anything she sees, but you will wind up peeking through her key hole down upon your knees.

I'm looking for a woman who's head is mixed up like mine.

The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.

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

Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground.

Either I'm too sensitive, or else I'm gettin' soft

The government's not going to create jobs. It doesn't have to. People have to create jobs.