The men who could not fight, in a war that didn't seem right. You let them come home, America.
His songs were soon curled on the lips of the world, they had earned him the highest acclaim. And yet his greatest desire was the simple warmth of love's fire, cause it's cold on the dark side of fame.
Heaven is laying in my sweet baby's arms, hell is when my baby's not here.
I may be crazy, but it keeps me from going insane.
Did ole Hank really do it this way?
I'm just a man, no more or no less. Bad as the worst, good as the best.