Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In

I Failed To Communicate, That's Why I Chose To Leave

Let Me Drink From The Waters Where The Mountain Streams Flood Let The Smell Of Wildflowers Flow Free Through My Blood Let Me Sleep In Your Meadows With The Green Grassy Leaves Let Me Walk Down The Highway With My Brother In Peace Let Me Die In My Footsteps Before I Go Down Under The Ground.

God, I'm Glad I'm Not Me.

I Realize I Don't Do A Very Good Job In Keeping Up To Date, But I Try To.

I Was Never A Topical Songwriter.