I saw three shrimp in the water, two were old and gray. I swam a little closer, and I heard the third one say, good-bye Mama.
More than anything else, I want the folks back at home to think right of me.
Love is a thing you never can share.
I'm left, you're right, and she's gone. You're right, and I'm left all alone.
He holds his guitar like a Tommy gun.
Until we meet again, may God bless you as he has blessed me.