A Noble Truth Is A Sacred Creed.

There's Beauty In The Silver Singing River There's Beauty In The Sunrise In The Sky But None Of These And Nothing Else Can Match The Beauty That I Remember In My True Love's Eyes

There Ought To Be A Law About You Coming Around.

I Don't Think There's Enough Guns.

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."

Most Songs Have Bridges In Them, To Distract Listeners From The Main Verses Of A Song So They Don't Get Bored. My Songs Don't Have A Lot Of Bridges Because Lyric Poetry Never Had Them.