In The Home Of The Brave, Jefferson

Well, I Sing By Night, Wander By Day. I'm On The Road And It Looks Like I'm Here To Stay.

So Happy Just To Be Alive, Underneath The Sky Of Blue, On This New Morning, New Morning, On This New Morning With You.

Too Much Of Nothing, It Just Makes A Fellow Mean.

A Cork Screw To My Heart, Ever Since We've Been Apart.

Can't Keep Track Of It No More, Son's Becoming Husbands To Their Mothers, And Old Men Turning Your Daughters Into Whores.