. . . And some people sing and dance.

Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.

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 always took a great deal of pride in being original.

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.

Wow. Imagine what God could have done if he'd had money.