Folk Music Is A Bunch Of Fat

And I Hope That You Die And Your Death'll Come Soon I Will Follow Your Casket In The Pale Afternoon And I'll Watch While You're Lowered Down To Your Deathbed And I'll Stand O'er Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead

Some Of The Old Folk Singers Used To Phrase Things In An Interesting Way, And Then, I Got My Style From Seeing A Lot Of Outdoor-type Poets, Who Would Recite Their Poetry. When You Don't Have A Guitar, You Recite Things Differently, And There Used To Be Quite A Few Poets In The Jazz Clubs, Who Would Recite With A Different Type Of Attitude.

All Right, I'll Take A Chance. I Will Fall In Love With You. If I'm A Fool You Can Have The Night, You Can Have The Morning Too. Can You Cook And Sew. Make Flowers Grow. Do You Understand My Pain? Are You Willing To Risk It All Or Is Your Love In Vain?

I Come From Way North. We'd Listen To Radio Shows All The Time. I Think I Was The Last Generation, Or Pretty Close To The Last One, That Grew Up Without Tv.

You I Am Sure Will Forgive Me For Sincerely Remarking That You Might Curb Your Magnanimity And Be More Of An Artist, And 'load Every Rift' Of Your Subject With Ore.