It Is A Curious Thing To Be

Sweat, Sweat, Sweat! Work And Sweat, Cry And Sweat, Pray And Sweat!

The Liquor Of Statecraft Is Distilled From The Mash You Got.

Look Lak She Been Livin' Through Uh Hundred Years In January Without One Day Of Spring.

I Have Been In Sorrow's Kitchen And Licked Out All The Pots. Then I Have Stood On The Peaky Mountain Wrapped In Rainbows, With A Harp And Sword In My Hands.

If You Want That Good Feeling That Comes From Doing Things For Other Folks Then You Have To Pay For It In Abuse And Misunderstanding.