There Doesn't Seem To Be Any Tomorrow.

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

I Dug It, New York City, All-the Streets And The Snows And The Starving And The Five-flight Walkups And Sleeping In Rooms With Ten People. I Dug The Trains And The Shadows, The Way I Dug Ore Mines And Coal Mines. I Just Jumped Right To The Bottom Of New York.

To Live Outside The Law, You Must Be Honest.

You Been Down To The Bottom With A Bad Man, Babe But You're Back Were You Belong

Strange How People Who Suffer Together Have Stronger Connections Than Those Who Are Most Content.