Call Me Any Name You Like I

He Swift Don't Win The Race. It Goes To The Worthy, Who Can Divide The Word Of Truth.

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

His [bob Dylan] Humour Was Dry And Splendid.

Well The Lone Ranger And Tonto, They Are Riding Down The Line Fixing Everybody's Troubles, Everybody Except Mine.

Is Your Money That Good, Will It Buy You Forgiveness?