Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is coming down.
Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides
I lost my one true love. I started drinking.
What's money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.
How many times can a man turn his head, and pretend that he just doesn't see?
The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.