I Was Raised On A Little Farm

When You're Young And Fall Off A Horse, You May Break Something. When You're My Age And You Fall Off, You Splatter.

Until We Meet Again, May The Good Lord Take A Liking To You.

If There Were No Valleys Of Sadness And Death, We Could Never Really Appreciate The Sunshine Of Happiness On The Mountain Top.

Christmas Is Telling Time-wondering Time. Wonder Enough About It, And You'll Know, And You'll Tell About It.

When My Time Comes, Just Skin Me And Put Me Up There On Trigger, Just As Though Nothing Had Ever Changed.