| Opening Lyrics | Song Title |
| We can share the women, we can share the wine | |
| Paradise waits on the crest of a wave, her angels in flame | |
| When the last rose of summer pricks my finger | |
| I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream | |
| In the timbers of Fennario, the wolves are running round | |
| When they come to take you down, when they bring that wagon round | |
| Saw a bird with a tear in his eye, walking to New Orleans, my oh my | |
| If I had a gun for every ace I've drawn, I could arm a town the size of Abilene | |
| I lit out from Reno, I was trailed by twenty hounds | |
| On the day that I was born, Daddy sat down and cried | |
| Well the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry anymore | |
| Come all you pretty women with your hair hanging down | |
| Cerise was brushing her long hair gently down, it was the afternoon of a carnival | |
| | Opening Lyrics | Song Title |
| I'm looking out my window, I watch the clouds go by | |
| Must be getting early, clocks are running late | |
| A pistol shot at 5 o'clock, the bells of heaven ring | |
| Long distance runner, what you standing there for? | |
| Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free | |
| Right outside this lazy summer home, you don't have time to call your soul a critic, no | |
| The other day they waited, the sky was dark and faded | |
| Gone are the days when the ox fall down | |
| I had a hard run, running from your window | |
| Moses came riding up on a guitar, his spurs were a-jingling, the door was ajar | |
| If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine, and my tunes were played on the harp unstrung | |
| Old man down, way down, down, down by the docks of the city | |
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