I Wear Black For Those Who Never

San Quentin, May You Rot And Burn In Hell. May Your Walls Fall And May I Live To Tell.

Get Rhythm When You Get The Blues.

Love Is A Burning Thing And It Makes A Firey Ring.

I Wear Black For Those Who Never Read Or Listen To The Words That Jesus Said, About The Road To Happiness, Through Love And Charity.

The Beer And The Wurst Were Wonderful, But I Was Dying To Be Back In The South, Where The Livin' Was Easy, Where The Fish Were Jumpin', Where The Cotton Grew High.