Keep Your Hand On The Plow. Hold

It Were Depression, Too. They Cut My Wages Down Once At The Foundry. They Cut My Wages Down Again. Then They Cut My Wages Out, Also The Job.

I Know How To Handle Women Who Act Like Ladies, But My Landlady Ain't No Lady. Sometimes I Even Wish I Was Living With My Wife Again So I Could Have My Own Place And Not Have No Landladies.

What Happens To A Dream Deferred? Does It Dry Up Like A Raisin In The Sun? ... Or Does It Explode?

Gather Quickly Out Of Darkness All The Songs You Know And Throw Them At The Sun Before They Melt Like Snow.

I Wish The Rent Was Heaven Sent.