I've Been Up The Mountain And I

I Wish That For Just One Time You Could Stand Inside My Shoes. You'd Know What A Drag It Is To See You.

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging They're Painting The Passports Brown The Beauty Parlor Is Filled With Sailors The Circus Is In Town Here Comes The Blind Commissioner They've Got Him In A Trance One Hand Is Tied To The Tight-rope Walker The Other Is In His Pants And The Riot Squad They're Restless They Need Somewhere To Go As Lady And I Look Out Tonight From Desolation Row.

Well, I Sing By Night, Wander By Day. I'm On The Road And It Looks Like I'm Here To Stay.

You Hear A Lot About God These Days: God, The Beneficent; God, The All-great; God, The Almighty; God, The Most Powerful; God, The Giver Of Life; God, The Creator Of Death. I Mean, We're Hearing About God All The Time, So We Better Learn How To Deal With It. But If We Know Anything About God, God Is Arbitrary.

Frank [sinatra] Sang To You, Not At You, Like So Many Pop Singers Today. Even Singers Of Standards. I Never Wanted To Be A Singer That Sings At Somebody. I've Always Wanted To Sing To Somebody. I Would Have Gotten That Subliminally From Frank Many Years Ago. Hank Williams Did That, Too. He Sang To You.