Suddenly I Found You And The Spirit

She's A Hypnotist Collector; You Are A Walking Antique.

There's Enough Songs For People To Listen To, If They Want To Listen To Songs. For Every Man, Woman And Child On Earth, They Could Be Sent, Probaby, Each Of Them, A Hundred Records, And Never Be Repeated. There's Enough Songs. Unless Someone's Gonna Come Along With A Pure Heart And Has Something To Say. That's A Different Story.

Businessmen, They Drink My Wine, Plowmen Dig My Earth. None Of Them Along The Line Know What Any Of It Is Worth.

I'm Gonna Spare The Defeated. I'm Gonna Tame The Proud.

Come Writers And Critics Who Prophesize With Your Pen And Keep Your Eyes Wide The Chance Won't Come Again And Don't Speak Too Soon For The Wheel's Still In Spin And There's No Tellin' Who That It's Namin' For The Loser Now Will Be Later To Win For The Times They Are A-changin'.