A Boy Named Sue – Johnny Cash

My Pa left home when I was 3…

He didn’t leave much for Ma and me.

Except this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

High Water-Bob Dylan

“Well George Lewis told the English man, the Italian and the Jew. Said, ‘You can’t open your minds boys, to every conceivable point of view.’

They got Charles Darwin out trapped on highway 5. The Judge says to the high sherif. ‘I want him back dead or alive… either one I don’t care. High water everywhere.

All Along the Watchtower-Bob Dylan

There must be some kind of way outta here.

Said the Joker to the Thief.

There is too much confusion.

I can’t get no relief.

No reason to get excited.

The Thief he finally spoke.

“There are many here among us.

That feel life is but a joke.

But uh, you and I have been through that.

And this is not our fate.

Let us stop talking falsely now.

The hour is getting late, hey.”

Oh, Thunder only happens when it’s raining.

Players only love you when they’re playing.

Say, Women they will come and they will go.

When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know.

You’ll know.

Now the roving gambler he was very bored. He tried to create the next world war. He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor. He said, “I’ve never engaged in this kind of thing before…

But yes I think it can be very easily done. We’ll just put some bleachers out in the sun. And have it out on Highway 61.”

If I seemed to be confused. I didn’t mean to be with you.

When you said I scared you, well I guess you scared me too.

But if it’s love you’re looking for, I guess I can give little more.

And if you’re somewhere drunk and passed out on the floor.

Joey, I’m not angry anymore.

Here come old flat top. He come grooving up slowly. He got joo joo eyeball. He one holy roller. He got hair down to his knee. Got to be a Joker, he just do as he please.

He wear no shoeshine. He got toe jam football. He got monkey finger. He shoot Coca-Cola. He say I know you, you know me. One thing I can tell you is you got to be free.

Come together right now over me.

I read the read the news today, oh boy.

4000 holes in Blackburn Lancashire.

And though the holes were rather small.

They had to count them all.

Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.

I’d love to turn you on.

There’s a retired businessman named Red. He’s cast down from heaven and out of his head. Feeds off of everyone that he can touch.

He said he only deals in cash or sells tickets to a plane crash. He’s not someone you play around with much.

There ain’t no turning back when the foot of pride comes down… ain’t no turning back.

Hear you have a brother named James. Don’t forget faces and names . Sunken cheeks and his blood is mixed.

Looks straight into the sun and says revenue is mine.But he drinks and drinks can be fixed.

Sing me one more song about you, love me till the morning stranger. And your fall by the sword love affair with Errol Flynn.

In these times of compassion, where conformity is in fashion. Say one more stupid thing before the final nail is driven in.

There ain’t no turning back when the foot of pride comes down… ain’t no turning back.

Maybe I’m just like my father, too bold.

Maybe you’re just like my mother.

She’s never satisfied.

Why do we scream at each other.

This is what it sounds like when doves cry.