What Do You Want Me To Do,

When I Was Just A Little Young Boy, Papa Said Son, You'll Never Get Far, I'll Tell You The Reason If You Want To Know, 'cause Child Of Mine, There Isn't Really Very Far To Go.

But I Would Rather Be With You, Somewhere In San Francisco On A Back Porch In July, Just Looking Up To Heaven, At This Crescent In The Sky

Driving That Train, High On Cocaine Casey Jones You'd Better Watch Your Speed Trouble Ahead, Trouble Behind And You Know That Notion Just Crossed My Mind

There Are Times When You Get Hit Upon, Try Hard But You Cannot Give. Other Times You'd Gladly Part, With What You Need To Live

Outside Major Darkness Where The Circle Is Complete There's No Fear That Lovers Born Will Ever Fail To Meet