by Michael Brown. Oh, we're meetin' at the courthouse at eight o'clock tonight. You just walk in the door and take the first turn to the right. Be careful when you get there, we hate to be bereft.
by Woody Guthrie. I was born about ten thousand years ago. There ain't nuthin' in this world that I don't know. I saw Peter Paul and Moses playin' ring-around-the-roses.
(Verse 1). She's taking her time making up the reasons. To justify all the hurt inside. Guess she knows from the smiles and the look in their eyes. Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one.
Welcome Mother Nature. Welcome to your home. Welcome to the place you used to own. Decorations fading. The writing on the wall. Illusions of an era free for all.
The everlasting swelling, hear the sound of the high swelling. The roar of the sea is as was heard by me as a child. Without change, without pity, sweeping up the sand of the shore.