Everything In New Orleans Is A Good

Down The Street The Dogs Are Barking And The Day Is Getting Dark. As The Night Comes In A-falling, The Dogs´ll Lose Their Bark And The Silent Night Will Shatter From The Sounds Inside My Mind, For I´m One To Many Mornings And A Thousand Miles Behind. From The Crossroads Of My Doorstep, My Eyes They Start To Fade, As I Turn My Head Back To The Room Where My Love And I Have Laid.

It Is The First Line That Gives The Inspiration And Then It's Like Riding A Bull. Either You Just Stick With It, Or You Don't.

This Land Is Your Land And This Land Is My Land, Sure, But The World Is Run By Those That Never Listen To Music Anyway.

Wasn't Making Any Great Connection Wasn't Falling For Any Intricate Scheme Nothing That Would Pass Inspection Just Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams

He Not Busy Being Born Is Busy Dying.