Upon Four-legged Forest Clouds The Cowboy Angel

I Started Writing Songs After I Heard Hank Williams.

Black Is The Color And None Is The Number

Princess On The Steeple And All The Pretty People, They're Drinking, Thinking That They Got It Made. Exchanging All Kinds Of Precious Gifts And Things, But You'd Better Lift Your Diamond Ring, You'd Better Pawn It, Babe.

Art Can Lead You To God. I Think That's The Purpose Of Everything. If It's Not Doing That, What's It Doing? It's Leading You The Other Way. It's Certainly Not Leading You Nowhere.

City's Just A Jungle; More Games To Play Trapped In The Heart Of It, Tryin' To Get Away I Was Raised In The Country, I Been Workin' In The Town I Been In Trouble Ever Since I Set My Suitcase Down