I Was Never A Topical Songwriter.

Your Heart Is Like The Ocean, Mysterious And Dark.

Sold My Guitar To The Baker's Son For A Few Crumbs And A Place To Hide.

I Wouldn't Even Think Of Playing Music If I Was Born In These Times. I Wouldn't Even Listen To The Radio.

I Kissed Goodbye The Howling Beast On The Borderline Which Separated You From Me.

The Woman I Love She Got A Prize Fighter Nose, Cauliflower Ears And A Run In Her Hose.