Mothers Tell Your Children Not To Do

Truth Is An Arrow And The Gate Is Narrow That It Passes Through.

The Song Was There Before Me, Before I Came Along. I Just Sorta Came Down And Just Sorta Took It Down With A Pencil, But It Was There Before I Came Around.

She Never Stumbles, She's Got No Place To Fall. She's Nobody's Child, The Law Can't Touch Her At All.

I'm One Too Many Mornings, And A Thousand Miles Behind.

The People In My Songs Are All Me.