Uncle fought in Vietnam and then he fought a war all by himself.
You five and ten cent women with nothing in your heads, I got a real gal I'm loving and Lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead.
Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates. Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts.
The people in my songs are all me.
People tell me it's a sin, to know and feel too much within.
Why wait any longer for the one you love When he’s standing in front of you