A Lot Of People Don't Have Much

Let Me Ask You One Question Is Your Money That Good Will It Buy You Forgiveness Do You Think That It Could I Think You Will Find When Your Death Takes Its Toll All The Money You Made Will Never Buy Back Your Soul

In The Home Of The Brave, Jefferson Turning Over In His Grave.

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.

Seven Shots Ring Out Like The Ocean's Pounding Roar, There's Seven People Dead On A South Dakota Farm.

She Took Off Her Wheel, Took Off Her Bell, Took Off Her Wig, Said, How Do I Smell? I Hot Footed It Barenaked Out The Window.