Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides

A poem is a naked person.

The future for me is already a thing of the past - You were my first love and you will be my last

For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.

Ah, current music. What would that be? Ah, really, a lot of it sounds defective to me. It makes me restless.

If you're looking to get silly, you better go back to from where you came. because the cops don't need you and man they expect the same.

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.