Money Doesn't Talk, It Swears.

Money Doesn't Talk, It Swears.

I Never Saw Myself As A Folk Singer.

Keep A Good Head And Always Carry A Light Bulb.

Down The Street The Dogs Are Barking And The Day Is Getting Dark. As The Night Comes In A-falling, The Dogs´ll Lose Their Bark And The Silent Night Will Shatter From The Sounds Inside My Mind, For I´m One To Many Mornings And A Thousand Miles Behind. From The Crossroads Of My Doorstep, My Eyes They Start To Fade, As I Turn My Head Back To The Room Where My Love And I Have Laid.

All I Can Do Is Be Me, Whoever That Is.