I'm No Hillbilly Singer.

I'm Strictly For Stevenson. I Don't Dig The Intellectual Bit, But I'm Telling You, Man, He Knows The Most.

You Don't Like Hot Rod Racing Or Driving Late At Night, You Just Want To Park Where It's Nice And Dark.

All The Stars Will Tell The Story, Of Our Love And All Its Glory. Let Us Make This Night Of Magic, And Make It A Night Of Love.

Like A River Flows Surely To The Sea/darling So It Goes/some Things Are Meant To Be/take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too/for I Can't Help Falling In Love With You.

The Closest I Ever Came To Getting Married Was Just Before I Started Singing. In Fact, My First Record Saved My Neck.