There Must Be Some Kind Of Way

Mothers Tell Your Children Not To Do The Things I Have Done, To Spend My Life In Sin And Misery In The House Of The Rising Sun.

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

Seven Shots Ring Out Like The Ocean's Pounding Roar, There's Seven People Dead On A South Dakota Farm.

I Gave Her My Heart But She Wanted My Soul.

You Should Always Take The Best From The Past, Leave The Worst Back There And Go Forward Into The Future.