The Drunken Politician Leaps Upon The Street

Get Jailed, Jump Bail, Join The Army If You Fail.

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

I'm Looking For A Woman Who's Head Is Mixed Up Like Mine.

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.

On The Cliffs Of Your Wild Cat Charms I'm Riding.