The Times Are A-changing And If We

If You Told The Truth, That Was All Well And Good And If You Told The Un-truth, Well, That's Still Well And Good. Folk Songs Had Taught Me That.

Feel Like A Broke-down Engine, Ain't Got No Drivin' Wheel. You All Been Down And Lonesome, You Know Just How A Poor Man Feels.

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

When You Cease To Exist, Then Who Will You Blame?

Half Of The People Can Be Part Right All Of The Time, Some Of The People Can Be All Right Part Of The Time. I Think Abraham Lincoln Said That. 'i'll Let You Be In My Dreams If I Can Be In Yours,' I Said That.