You Shouldn't Let Other People Get Your

You'll Find God In The Church Of Your Choice, You'll Find Woody Guthrie In The Brooklyn State Hospital.

I Say There're No Depressed Words Just Depressed Minds.

A Song Is Anything That Can Walk By Itself.

Down The Street The Dogs Are Barking And The Day Is Getting Dark. As The Night Comes In A-falling, The Dogs´ll Lose Their Bark And The Silent Night Will Shatter From The Sounds Inside My Mind, For I´m One To Many Mornings And A Thousand Miles Behind. From The Crossroads Of My Doorstep, My Eyes They Start To Fade, As I Turn My Head Back To The Room Where My Love And I Have Laid.

Let Me Ask You One Question Is Your Money That Good Will It Buy You Forgiveness Do You Think That It Could I Think You Will Find When Your Death Takes Its Toll All The Money You Made Will Never Buy Back Your Soul