If I Could Have Any Job In

I Met A Young Man Who Was Wounded In Love, I Met Another Man Who Was Wounded In Hatred.

I Once Loved A Girl, Her Skin It Was Bronze With The Innocence Of A Lamb, She Was Gentle Like A Fawn I Courted Her Proudly But Now She Is Gone Gone As The Season She's Taken

I Didn't Know Whether To Duck Or To Run, So I Ran.

If My Thought-dreams Could Be Seen/ They'd Probably Put My Head In A Guillotine.

I Started Writing Songs After I Heard Hank Williams.