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I love Country Music but what happened to it?
The executioner's face is always well hidden.
There are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.
What did I owe the rest of the world? Nothing.
One should never be where one does not belong.
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans.
The songs are my lexicon. I believe the songs.
It wouldn't kill you to stay the night anyway.
You’re a cow Give me some milk Or else go home
If God is on our side, he'll stop the next war.
When you got nothin' / You got nothin' to lose.
I believe in you, even though I be outnumbered.
I don't write the songs; I just write 'em down.
All that foreign oil controlling American soil.
I was down in the sewer with some little lover.
Call me any name you like I will never deny it.
You can't be wise and in love at the same time.
It's hard to speculate what tomorrow may bring.
Keep a good head and always carry a light bulb.
You will find God in the church of your choice.
your problem is that wanna better word for world
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship.
There ought to be a law about you coming around.
Don't follow leaders, watch your parkin' meters.
When the deeds that you do don't add up to zero.
It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry
There's eyes behind the mirrors in empty places.
Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come.
Peace is the time it takes to reload your rifle.
And I'll know my song well before I start singing
If you're not busy being born, you're busy dying.
Don't get up gentlemen. I'm only passing through!
I really didn't consider myself happy or unhappy.
In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinking.
Get jailed, jump bail, join the Army if you fail.
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?
On the cliffs of your wild cat charms I'm riding.
Too much of nothing, it just makes a fellow mean.
Money doesn't exist because I don't recognize it.
A cat's meow and cow's moo, I can recite them all.
It's mighty funny. The end of time has just begun.
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp
If you can't lend a hand, then get out of the way.
And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinking.
Every writer at the New Yorker is smarter than me.
If I had wings, no one would ask me: should I fly?
Either I'm too sensitive, or else I'm gettin' soft
I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.
You can have your youth It'll rot before your eyes
Your heart is like the ocean, mysterious and dark.