Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings

I Was So Much Older Then; I'm Younger Than That Now. From The Back Pages

America Was Founded On The Backs Of Slaves.

Cop Comes Down The Street Crazy As A Loon, He Throws Us In Jail For Carrying Harpoons.

If My Thought-dreams Could Be Seen/ They'd Probably Put My Head In A Guillotine.

I Thought That He Was Righteous, But He's Vain. Oh, Somethings A Telling Me I Wear The Ball And Chain.