We all like motorcycles to some degree.

Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides

Mothers tell your children not to do the things I have done, to spend my life in sin and misery in the House of the Rising Sun.

You don't have to be afraid of looking into my face. We've done nothing to each other that time will not erase.

She takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon.

Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount, But nothing really matters much it's doom alone that counts.

If I had rubies, riches, and crowns, I'd buy the whole world and change things around.