New York Was A City Where You

In This Ocean Of Hours I'm All The Time Drinking.

I Think Of Rock 'n' Roll As A Combination Of Country Blues And Swing Band Music, Not Chicago Blues, And Modern Pop.

Come Senators, Congressmen, Please Heed The Call, Don't Stand In The Doorway, Don't Block Up The Hall, For He That Gets Hurt, Will Be He Who Has Stalled, The Battle Outside Ragin', Will Soon Shake Your Windows And Rattle Your Walls, For The Times They Are A-changin'...

As He Weeps To Wicked Birds Of Prey, Who Pick Up On His Bread Crumb Sins, And There Are No Sins Inside The Gates Of Eden.

Stay Free Of Petty Jealousies, Live By No Man's Code, And Hold Your Judgment For Yourself, Lest You Wind Up On This Road.