Mama, Put My Guns In The Ground,

The Cavalries Charged And The Indians Died, Oh The Country Was Young With God On Its Side.

I Can Picture The Color Of The Song, Or The Shape Of It, Or Who It Is That I'm Trying To Appeal To, In The Song, And What I'm Trying To, Almost, Reinforce My Feelings For. And I Know That Sounds Sort Of Vague And Abstract, But I've Got A Handle On It When I'm Doing It.

Sailin' 'round The World In A Dirty Gondola Oh, To Be Back In The Land Of Coca-cola!

Really The Truth Is Just A Plain Picture. A Plain Picture Of, Let's Say, A Tramp Vomiting In The Sewere. You Know, And Next Door To The Picture Mr. Rockefeller Or Mr. C. W. Jones On The Subway Going To Work. You Know, Any Kind Of Picture. Just Make A Collage Of Pictures.

There Are A Lot Of Places I Like, But I Like New Orleans Better.