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

When I was a little baby, my mama she said "Son. Travel where you will and grow to be a man And sing what must be sung, poor boy Sing what must be sung."

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.

Well you could have been lonely every night now, Could have cried a whole lot more, been a little bit blue Oh, you could have been lonely, for your one and only, You could have loved me as much as I love you.