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Driving That Train, High On Cocaine Casey Jones You'd Better Watch Your Speed Trouble Ahead, Trouble Behind And You Know That Notion Just Crossed My Mind

Counting Stars By Candlelight All Are Dim But One Is Bright; The Spiral Light Of Venus Rising First And Shining Best, From The Northwest Corner Of A Brand-new Crescent Moon Crickets And Cicadas Sing A Rare And Different Tune.

River Gonna Take Me, Sing Me Sweet And Sleepy, Sing Me Sweet And Sleepy All The Way Back Home, It's A Far Gone Lullaby Sung Many Years Ago Mama, Mama, Many Worlds I've Come Since I First Left Home

Every Song Falls Short Of The Glory Of What A Song Could Be. That's Why The Urge Is There To Start Again And Yet Again. Often It's The Fault Of Rhyme. I've Discovered A Hundred Times That There Just Aren't Enough Rhymes To Say What I Wanted To Say, So I Said Something Else Instead. Sometimes It Was A Better Thing, But The Thing I Meant To Say Went Unsaid. So There's An Opening For Another Song.

Ain't Nobody Messin' With You But You