I'm Not A Folk-singer. I Just Sing

I Lost My One True Love. I Started Drinking.

You Breathed On Me And Made My Life A Richer One To Live, When I Was Deep In Poverty You Taught Me How To Give. Dried The Tears Up From My Dreams And Pulled Me From My Hole, Quenched My Thirst And Satisfied The Burning In My Soul.

How Many Times Can A Man Turn His Head, And Pretend That He Just Doesn't See?

The National Bank At Profit Sells Road Maps For The Soul.

Whenever Anybody Does Something In A Big Way, It's Always Rejected At Home And Accepted Someplace Else.