Haiku he called it
I want to do that I thought
Who cares if it’s lousy
Haiku he called it
I want to do that I thought
Who cares if it’s lousy
YOU are always there
Even when I think that you aren’t
My Friend Yeshua
Jesus Christ Holy
No one is more beautiful
Nothing is nothing
When I finally do
Knock on Heaven’s Door please Lord
Let it be You there
NOT our war this time
Well it’s somebody’s damned war
And it’s HERE for you
Ain’t no fortunate
Ain’t no fortunate one y’all
Nah nah nah nah nah
Riders on the storm
Things are going all to hell
Here there everywhere
Why’d she leave so soon
She could keep us warm all night
Her whiskey sweet voice
C’mon C’MON COME
BREAK IT take it take ‘nother
Li’l piece of my heart
The kid was fourteen
Pulled a gun got his face smashed
All in a small town
Born in a small town
Probably die in a small town
That’s alright with me