It must have been the summer of 1967, the Beatles were singing love is all you need. I held her hand as we walked through the arcades.
I am guilty of a dreadful selfish crime. I have robbed myself of all my precious time
I've known a whole lot of bulls in my time, and their work is never done.
And I thought to myself, 'I haven't had a Schlitz since the third grade!
The road goes on forever and the party never ends.
A man can’t have too many guitars or too many shotguns.