Hold It, Doc, A World War Passed

Ain't Nothing Too Discreet About The Disease Of Conceit.

A Noble Truth Is A Sacred Creed.

Well The Deputy Walks On Hard Nails And The Preacher Rides A Mount, But Nothing Really Matters Much It's Doom Alone That Counts.

Since My Feet Are Now Fast And Point Away From The Past, I'll Bid Farewell And Be Down The Line.

I Was Born A Long Way From Where I Belong And I Am On My Way Home.