| Lyric | Song | Writer/s |
| Now yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd, a man who swears he's not to blame. | |
| False witness spreads the news, somebody's gonna lose. Either she or me or you--nothin' we can do. | |
| We worked in the sugar fields up from New Orleans. It was ever green, up until the flood. | |
| And for the price that the poor boy paid, he gets to sing just like a bird. | |
| We went up to Griffith Park with a fifth of Johnnie Walker Red, and smashed it on a rock, and wept. | |
| Catch a cannonball now to take me down the line. My back is sinking low and I do believe it's time. | |
| And after every plan had failed and there was nothing more to tell, you know that we shall meet again if your memory serves you well. | |
| Was it something that somebody said? Mama you know we broke the rules. | |
| And now the heart is filled with gold as if it was a purse. But oh, what kind of love is this, which goes from bad to worse? | |
| | Lyric | Song | Writer/s |
| I'm gonna go down by the water, but I ain't gonna jump in, no, no, no. | |
| If the good times get you through, I know the dogs won't bother you. We'll be gone in moonshine time. I've got a place they'll never find. | |
| A dry summer, then comes fall, which I depend on most of all. Hey rainmaker can you hear the call? | |
| Now I don't mind chopping wood, and I don't care if the money's no good. | |
| Well I love you so much, and it's all I can do, just to keep myself from telling you that I never felt so alone before. | |
| Run away, run away, it's the restless age. Look away, look away, you can turn the page. | |
| They say she's a chooser, but I just can't refuse her. She was just there, but then she can't be here no more. | |
| So I saved up all my silver and took it to a man. | |
| I guess I'll call up my big mama, tell her I'll be rollin' in. | |
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