Inside The Walls Of A Prison My

All Music Comes From God.

The Ones That You're Calling Wild Are Going To Be The Leaders In A Little While.

Get Rhythm When You Get The Blues.

The Fire And Excitement May Be Gone Now That We Don't Go Out There And Sing Them Anymore, But The Ring Of Fire Still Burns Around You And I, Keeping Our Love Hotter Than A Pepper Sprout.

I Say I'm Not A Singer, So That Means I Can't Sing. But - Doesn't It?