The Painter Leaves His Mark. And I

Will No Man Ever Do Something Without A Why, Just Like That, For The Hell Of It?

I Lost My Father Was I 10 Years Old, And I Always Looked For A Father. I Missed My Father Very Much.

Oh, The Irish Were Building The Railroads Down Through Mexico, Through Chihuahua. They Finished The Railroads When They Finished Out In The West Coast, And They Went Down And Put The Trains Into Mexico.

Thirteen, 13 Children, And I Love - I Love Them All. And I Think I've Been A Good Father To All Of Them.

I Never Get The Girl. I Wind Up With A Country Instead. They Said All I Was Good For Was Playing Indians.