Situations Have Ended Sad, Relationships Have All

If You Told The Truth, That Was All Well And Good And If You Told The Un-truth, Well, That's Still Well And Good. Folk Songs Had Taught Me That.

Too Much Of Nothing, It Just Makes A Fellow Mean.

Done Laid Around, Done Stayed Around This Old Town Too Long And It Seems Like I've Got To Travel On

Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

I Define Nothing. Not Beauty, Not Patriotism. I Take Each Thing As It Is, Without Prior Rules About What It Should Be.