I Took Her By The Hand And

She Had Bullets In Her Eyes And They Fired.

They Say That Patriotism Is The Last Refuge To Which A Scoundrel Clings Steal A Little And They Throw You In Jail. Steal A Lot And Then They Make You King.

Upon Four-legged Forest Clouds The Cowboy Angel Rides

I March In The Parade Of Liberty But As Long As I Love You I’m Not Free How Long Must I Suffer Such Abuse Won’t You Let Me See You Smile One Time Before I Turn You Loose?

Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow