The National Bank At Profit Sells Road

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging.

Get Jailed, Jump Bail, Join The Army If You Fail.

Let Me Drink From The Waters Where The Mountain Streams Flood Let The Smell Of Wildflowers Flow Free Through My Blood Let Me Sleep In Your Meadows With The Green Grassy Leaves Let Me Walk Down The Highway With My Brother In Peace Let Me Die In My Footsteps Before I Go Down Under The Ground.

Look Out Your Window, And I'll Be Gone. You're The Reason I'm A-traveling On.

I Feel Like I'm Knockin' On Heaven's Door.