[My mother] made the money to send me.
Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer any more. Not the whiskey drinking Indian, nor the Marine that went to war.
Canadian Railroad Trilogy is an extremely fine piece of songwriting.
Six foot six he stood on the ground He weighed two hundred and thirty-five pounds But I saw that giant of a man brought down To his knees by love
Until things are brighter.. I'm the man in black.
I'm not bitter. Why should I be bitter? I'm thrilled to death with life.