The cavalries charged and the Indians died, oh the country was young with God on its side.

I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

Don't put my faith in nobody, not even a scientist.

Gold will never free your father, the price, my dear, is you instead.

Watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before, you discover that you'd just be one more person crying.

Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools, I've got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

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