If You Told The Truth, That Was

The People In My Songs Are All Me.

Feeling Funny In My Mind, Lord I Believe I'm Fixing To Die Well, I Don't Mind Dying But I Hate To Leave My Children Crying Well, I Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Sure Seems Lonesome, Lord, When The Sun Goes Down

I Saw Ten Thousand Talkers Whose Tongues Were All Broken, I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children, And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall.

People Call You This Or That. But I Can't Respond Because Then It Seems Like I'm Defensive, You Know, What Does It Matter, Really?

There's Eyes Behind The Mirrors In Empty Places.