You Know, The Streets Are Filled With

Some Are Masters Of Illusions, Some Are Ministers Of Trade, All Under The Same Delusion, All Their Beds Unmade.

I Don't Think I'm Tangible To Myself.

It's Hard To Speculate What Tomorrow May Bring.

Feeling Funny In My Mind, Lord I Believe I'm Fixing To Die Well, I Don't Mind Dying But I Hate To Leave My Children Crying Well, I Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Sure Seems Lonesome, Lord, When The Sun Goes Down

Most Songs Have Bridges In Them, To Distract Listeners From The Main Verses Of A Song So They Don't Get Bored. My Songs Don't Have A Lot Of Bridges Because Lyric Poetry Never Had Them.