Sixteen years, Sixteen banners united over the fi… Where the good shepherd grieves. Desperate men, desperate women div… Spreading their wings 'neath the f…

Well, if you’re travelin’ in the n… Where the winds hit heavy on the b… Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine Well, if you go when the snowflake…

... It ain’t no use to sit and won… If’n you don’t know by now And it ain’t no use to sit and won… It’ll never do somehow When your rooster crows at the bre…

Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child’s ba… Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon

The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I shoul… The cracked bells and washed-out h… Blow into my face with scorn

“There must be some way out of her… “There’s too much confusion, I ca… Businessmen, they drink my wine, p… None of them along the line know w… “No reason to get excited,” the th…

Come, you masters of war— You that build the big guns, You that build the death planes, You that build all the bombs, You that hide behind walls,

Your breath is sweet, Your eyes are like two jewels in t… Your back is straight, your hair i… On the pillow where you lie. But I don’t sense affection

Crimson flames tied through my ear… Growin’ high and mighty traps, Pounced with fire on flaming roads… Using ideas as my maps. “We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said…

When the rain is blowing in your f… And the whole world is on your cas… I could offer you a warm embrace To make you feel my love When the evening shadows and the s…

If today was not a crooked highway… If tonight was not a crooked trail… If tomorrow wasn’t such a long tim… Then lonesome would mean nothing t… Yes, 'n’ only if my own true love…

Most of the time I’m clear focused all around, Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground… I can follow the path, I can read…

Oh my name it ain’t nothin’— My age it means less— The country I come from Is called the Midwest. I’s taught and brought up there

I will not go down under the groun… ’Cause somebody tells me that deat… An’ I will not carry myself down… When I go to my grave my head wil… Let me die in my footsteps

Mama, take this badge off of me I can’t use it anymore It’s gettin’ dark, too dark for me… I feel like I’m knockin’ on heave… Knock, knock, knockin’ on heaven’s…