If I had my life to live over... I wouldn't have time.

Without missing a beat Roger says, All the moneys right down here and points to the 1st three frets.

Third box car, midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine. Old worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union dues.

My uncle used to love me, but she died.

I want my music to leave an indelible mark.

Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets, ain't got no big regrets. Two hours of pushin' broom, buys an eight by twelve, four-bit room. I'm a man of means, by no means, king of the road.

If I had my life to live over... I wouldn't have time.