Day in, day out. That same old voodoo follows me about.

Come rain or come shine.

When the sweet talkin's done, a man is a two face, a worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night.

Things never are as bad as they seem.

The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold.... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.

Once upon a time the world was sweeter than we knew. Everything was ours; how happy we were then, but then once upon a time never comes again.

I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow.