My dad gave $3 and a chicken for the first guitar I had.
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.
You can knock me down, step on my face, slander my name all over the place. Do anything that you want to do, but uh-oh, honey, lay off of my shoes.
Fill your heart with as much love as you can, and don't hold it in.
That rockabilly sound wasn't as simple as I thought it was.