The dealer for a nickel Lord, will sell you lots of sweet dreams Ah, but the pusher ruin your body Lord, he'll leave your, he'll leave your mind to s… - Hoyt Axton

Well, I never been to Heaven But I been to Oklahoma Well, they tell me I was born there But I really don't remember In Oklahoma, not Arizona What does it matter, what does it matter?

When it all comes down I hope it doesn't land on you When the truth is found I hope it will be true to you. All I'm sayin' is have a nice day I hope it doesn't rain on your parade An' when it all comes down I hope it doesn't land on you.

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.