As Sure As God Made Black And

We'll All Be Equal Under The Grass, And God's Got A Heaven For Country Trash.

When I Hear That Whistle Blowing, I Hang My Head And Cry.

You Know, The Man's Best Friend Is His Dog... If He's Got Nothing Else.

There's A Man Going 'round Taking Names / And He Decides Who To Free And Who To Blame / Everybody Won't Be Treated All The Same / There'll Be A Golden Ladder Reaching Down / When The Man Comes Around.

You Build On Failure. You Use It As A Stepping Stone. Close The Door On The Past. You Don't Try To Forget The Mistakes, But You Don't Dwell On It. You Don't Let It Have Any Of Your Energy, Or Any Of Your Time, Or Any Of Your Space.