I sat beside a man from Hollywood, California on a plane. He said he had rich and famous friends, yeah he liked droppin' names. I said, "Well, howdy do, that's good for you, I dig a lot of those actors.
There was a cloud of dust down lonesome road one full moon Friday night. The county sheriff and old man Jones had a feeling that it wasn't right. So they followed a beer can trail and it took them to the river bank.