Hey Motor Cycle Mama, You Gonna Marry

Looks Like My Baby Dont Live Here No More...thats Alright, Ive Still Got My Guitar..i Might As Well Go Back Over Yonder, Way Back Across The Hills, If My Baby Dont Love Me No More....i Know Her...sister Will

The World Is Nothing But A Big Gimmick.

It All Has To Come From Inside, Though, I Guess.

When I Die, I Want People To Play My Music, Go Wild And Freak Out And Do Anything They Want To Do.

Hey Motor Cycle Mama, You Gonna Marry Me?