Uncle fought in Vietnam and then he fought a war all by himself.
Maybe someday you will understand, that something for nothing is everybody's plan.
I'm mortified to be on the stage, but then again, it's the only place where I'm happy.
There ought to be a law about you coming around.
Folk music is a bunch of fat people.
You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe But you're back were you belong