Lights Are Glowing In The Palm Trees.

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus. It's That Kind Of Morning.

The Stores And The Things Like That, The Business Side Of Things Came Out At The Point When, I'd Say Probably In The Early '70s, It Looked Like The Year Of The Singer-songwriter Was Over, 'cause Music Changed In Our Time And The Spotlight Was Out.

You Get Religion As Your Hair Turns Grey.

There Will Always Be Those Who Feel More Comfortable Not Venturing From The Warmth Of The Hearth, But There Are Those Who Prefer To Look Out The Window And Wonder What Is Beyond The Horizon.

It's Those Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes Nothing Remains Quite The Same. With All Of Our Running And All Of Our Cunning, If We Couldn't Laugh, We Would All Go Insane.