You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe But you're back were you belong

And there's no one there to dry your tears. I could hold you for a million years. To make you feel my love.

All I can do is be me, whoever that is.

Look out your window, and I'll be gone. You're the reason I'm a-traveling on.

Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land where justice is a game.

You could listen to Woody Guthrie songs and actually learn how to live.

Nothing can affect my voice, it's so bad.