Life Has A Habit Of Not Staying

One Bright Sunny Morning In The Shadow Of The Steeple, By The Relief Office, I Saw My People - As They Stood Hungry, I Stood There Wondering If God Blessed America For Me.

The World Is Filled With People Who Are No Longer Needed -- And Who Try To Make Slaves Of All Of Us -- And They Have Their Music And We Have Ours.

Left Wing, Chicken Wing, It Don't Make No Difference To Me.

The Best Way To Get To Know Any Bunch Of People Is To Go And Listen To Their Music.

Now As Through This World I Ramble, I See Lots Of Funny Men, Some Rob You With A Six Gun, And Some With A Fountain Pen.