Love Is A Burning Thing And It

I Wear The Black For The Poor And The Beaten Down, Livin’ In The Hopeless, Hungry Side Of Town.

Some Gal Would Giggle And I'd Get Red, And Some Guy'd Laugh And I'd Bust His Head. I Tell Ya, Life Ain't Easy For A Boy Named Sue.

I Did [picking Cotton] From - Until I Was 18 Years Old, That Is. Then I Picked The Guitar, And I've Been Picking It Since.

I'm Very Shy Really. I Spend A Lot Of Time In My Room Alone Reading Or Writing Or Watching Television.

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.