Gonna change my way of thinking,. Make myself a different set of rules.. Gonna change my way of thinking,. Make myself a different set of rules.. Gonna put my good foot forward,.
I've just reached a place. Where the willow don't bend. There's not much more to be said. It's the top of the end. I'm going. I'm going. I'm gone. . I'm closin' the book.
I'm going down to Rose Marie's. She never does me wrong.. She puts it to me plain as day. And gives it to me for a song.. . It's a wicked life but what the hell.
Well, if you're travelin' in the north country fair,. where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,. remember me to one who lives there.. she once was a true love of mine..
Of war and peace the truth just twists, its curfew gull it glides. Upon four-legged forest clouds, the cowboy angel rides. With his candle lit into the sun, though its glow is waxed in black.