I'm Not A Folk-singer. I Just Sing

If I Could Have Any Job In The World, I'd Start Out By Writing A Blog On Wired.com.

Come Writers And Critics Who Prophesize With Your Pen And Keep Your Eyes Wide The Chance Won't Come Again And Don't Speak Too Soon For The Wheel's Still In Spin And There's No Tellin' Who That It's Namin' For The Loser Now Will Be Later To Win For The Times They Are A-changin'.

I'm Mortified To Be On The Stage, But Then Again, It's The Only Place Where I'm Happy.

Well, The Moral Of The Story, The Moral Of This Song, Is Simply That One Should Never Be Where One Does Not Belong. So When You See Your Neighbor Carryin' Somethin', Help Him With His Load, And Don't Go Mistaking Paradise For That Home Across The Road.

On The Stone That Remains Carved Next To His Name, His Epitaph Plain, Only A Pawn In Their Game.