Well The Deputy Walks On Hard Nails

We're Living In Times Where Men Commit Crimes And Crime Don't Have A Face.

Anything I Can Sing, I Call A Song. Anything I Can't Sing, I Call A Poem.

I'm Sick Of Giving Creeps Money Off My Soul.

If You Told The Truth, That Was All Well And Good And If You Told The Un-truth, Well, That's Still Well And Good. Folk Songs Had Taught Me That.

It's Hard To Speculate What Tomorrow May Bring.