I'm a high night flier and a rainbow rider And a straight-shooting son of a gun. - Hoyt Axton

And when I first saw you I first loved you With a song that I sang to the fire in your eyes But somebody told you that it wouldn't be easy And you carried that lie for the devil to sing Some sail rivers deep and muddy some sail rivers clear and cold But the river that I'm sailin' goes to sea And sometimes I do grow weary sometimes I feel old And sometimes I wonder if you think of me

So hold my hand, I'm going down fast, And if I return, I'll never more be blue It's not the leaving of all I love that makes me cry But my darling, when I think of you.

Joy to the world All the boys and girls, now, Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea Joy to you and me