The day Elvis passed away would be our national holiday, if the South would have won, we'd had it made.
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile. Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child.
Killed by a man with a switch blade knife, for 43 dollars my friend lost his life.
I get whiskey bent and hell bound.
It's all over but the crying.
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land.