I Was Doing My Best Bogart, But

Forget What Life Used To Be, You Are What You Choose To Be. It's Whatever It Is You See That Life Will Become.

Well, I'm A Standing On A Cornerin Winslow, Arizonaand Such A Fine Sight To See,it's A Girl, My Lord, In A Flatbed Fordslowin' Down To Have A Look At Me.

Coffee In The Morning, Cocaine Afternoons.

I Told My Father I Wanted To Play The Banjo, And So He Saved The Money And Got Ready To Give Me A Banjo For My Next Birthday, And Between That Time And My Birthday, I Lost Interest In The Banjo And Was Playing Guitar.

Caught Between The Longing For Love, And The Struggle For The Legal Tender, Where The Sirens Sing And The Church Bells Ring, And The Junk Man Pounds His Fender. Where The Veterans Dream Of The Fight, Fast Asleep At The Traffic Light, And The Children Solemnly Wait For The Ice Cream Vendor.