Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow

Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?;
Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.

All I really want to do,;
Is, baby, be friends with you.

She's a hypnotist collector

I got nothing left to burn

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night

Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout

When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?

So take heed, take heed of the western wind

Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore;
You may not see me tomorrow.

And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,;
And the dust of rumors covers me.

Just do your thing, you'll be king;
If dogs run free.

The night passed away so quickly;
It always does when you're with me.

My conscience is beginning to bother me today.

I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies;
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes

if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now

Has the record been breaking,;
Did the needle just skip

People carry roses Make promises by the hours My love she laughs like the flowers Valentines can't buy her

Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.;
What can I do for You?

I wasn't born to lose you.

She knows there's no success like failure;
And that failure's no success at all.

Run your fingers down my spine;
Bring me a touch of bliss

Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.

I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,;
Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.

If dogs run free, why not me;
Across the swamp of time?

They say ev'rything can be replaced

You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.;
Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.

You know, the streets are filled with vipers;
Who've lost all ray of hope,;
You know, it ain't even safe no more;
In the palace of the Pope.

And, when I was through;
I filled up my shoe;
And brought it to you.

That's how it is when things disintegrate

You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live,;
When I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give

Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,;
Nobody stops to ask why.

Yes, I see you on your window ledge;
But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge

There's no one here, the gardener is gone

I see nothing to be gained by any explanation;
There are no words that need to be said

People tell me it's a sin;
To know and feel too much within.

Do you ever wonder just what God requires?;
You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.

When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious

Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,;
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties;
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk;
Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.;
Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?;
You looked a little burned out, my friend,;
I thought it might be up to me.

Love is so simple, to quote a phrase,;
You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.

We're both just one too many mornings;
An' a thousand miles behind.

Junk is piling up, taking up space

Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around;
Some on their way up, some on their way down

I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity

Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?

One of these days and it won't be long;
Going down in the valley and sing my song;
I will sing it loud and sing it strong;
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong

I've been walking through the middle of nowhere;
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door

The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.

Don't trust me to show you love;
When my love may be only lust.

Just what do you think you have to guard?

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

I believe in the impossible, you know that I do

They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.

My children will go, As soon as they grow.;
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,;
That we could sit simply in that room again.