That rockabilly sound wasn't as simple as I thought it was.
Fill your heart with as much love as you can, and don't hold it in.
After all those days in the cotton fields, the dreams came true on a gold record on a piece of wood. It's in my den where I can look at it every day. I wear it out lookin' at it.
If it weren't for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song.
Woke up last night half past four, fifty women knocking on my door.
My dad gave $3 and a chicken for the first guitar I had.