Martin Guitars Have Now Brought Out, You

Looking At The World Through The Sunset In Your Eyes, Traveling The Train Through Clear Moroccan Skies. Ducks And Pigs And Chickens Call, Animal Carpet Wall To Wall, American Ladies Five-foot Tall In Blue. Sweeping Cobwebs From The Edges Of My Mind, Had To Get Away To See What We Could Find. Hope The Days That Lie Ahead, Bring Us Back To Where They've Led, Listen Not To What's Been Said To You. Wouldn't You Know We're Riding On The Marrakesh Express? Wouldn't You Know We're Riding On The Marrakesh Express, They're Taking Me To Marrakesh. All Aboard The Train, All Aboard The Train...

Generally, My Writing Is Influenced By Living, By Absorbing Everything That Happens To Me And My Actions.

I Mean, There's Times To Rock And Roll, And I Love That Too. But I Think My First Love Is Acoustic Music.

I Fail To See The Issue That Will Shock The People Of This Great Country Of Ours Into Some Decisive Action.

Let Me In, Immigration Man, Can I Cross The Line And Pray, I Can Stay Another Day? Won't You Let Me In, Immigration Man? I Won't Toe Your Line Today, I Can't See It Anyway.