Maybe some old lonesome song will take you by surprise
And leave you just a little more alone
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
She ain't ashamed to be a woman nor afraid to be a friend
In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
I don't care who's right or wrong
I don't try to understand
He's a walking contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction
Look at that old photograph,
Is it really you?
Lay your head upon my pillow
But I've gotta feed the hunger in my soul
Broken rules are all the same
What have I ever done
To deserve even one
Of the pleasures I've known
The poison air he's breathin' has the dirty smell of dying
All he's good for is gettin' in trouble and shifting his share of the blame
Sometimes it's nice to have somebody nice to be close to
He'll take his time before takin' advantage
Takin' her easy and slow.
Now the world's a little older and the years have changed the river
Casey's Last Ride
For the Good Times
Help Me Make It Through the Night
Jody and the Kid
Loving Her Was Easier (Than Anything I'll Ever Do Again)
Me and Bobby McGee
Stranger
Sunday Morning Coming Down
The Pilgrim - Chapter 33
The Silver Tongued Devil and I
The Taker
This Old Road
To Beat the Devil
Who's to Bless and Who's to Blame ?
Why Me
You Show Me Yours (And I’ll Show You Mine)
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