The Times Are A-changing And If We

I'm Not A Folk-singer. I Just Sing A Certain Place.

Patriotism Is The Last Refuge To Which A Scoundrel Clings.

He Gambled All His Life, He's Got 27 Children, Yet He's Never Had A Wife.

Thinking Of A Series Of Dreams Where The Time And The Tempo Fly And There's No Exit In Any Direction 'cept The One That You Can't See With Your Eyes

The Times Are A-changing And If We Don't We Will Sink Like A Stone.