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.
My dad gave $3 and a chicken for the first guitar I had.
That rockabilly sound wasn't as simple as I thought it was.
Woke up last night half past four, fifty women knocking on my door.