| Lyric | Song | Artist |
| Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train | |
| She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean | |
| Well I don't know why I came here tonight, I got the feeling that something ain't right | |
| Mama told me when I was young, come sit beside me my only son | |
| There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold | |
| And the sign said 'Long haired freaky people need not apply' | |
| Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damned depressed | |
| Want some whiskey in your water? Sugar in your tea? | |
| | Lyric | Song | Artist |
| Living easy, living free, season ticket on a one-way ride | |
| May the good Lord be with you down every road you roam | |
| There is a house in New Orleans | |
| What'll you do when you get lonely and nobody's waiting by your side | |
| All our times have come here but now they're gone | |
| Well we're big rock singers, we got golden fingers and we're loved everywhere we go | |
| Baby's good to me, you know, she's happy as can be, you know, she said so | |
| I saw her today at the reception, a glass of wine in her hand | |
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