If it weren't for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song.
Fill your heart with as much love as you can, and don't hold it in.
Woke up last night half past four, fifty women knocking on my door.
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.
That rockabilly sound wasn't as simple as I thought it was.
My dad gave $3 and a chicken for the first guitar I had.