In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright, where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day on the birds and the bees and the cigarette…

Mountain Song Went to the city from Arkansas I wanted to be everything that I saw Don't you believe the nice things you hear People in the city'd lick the fat from your beard Red red river where nobody goes So full of iron it's like…

O I sing I hate the wind it keeps me from you people say I'm no good how can that be true and the day is cold and the leaves have turned and air is sour and the grass has burned a knife that's looking for a sheath but finds instead…

I learned to whistle I learned to walk I made it rustle I saw a fox I walked through thistle I slept on moss There was no water That I couldn’t cross I made a skiffle I drowned a rock I did not blunder I didn’t talk…

O the cuckoo, she's a pretty bird and she warbles when she flies she never hollers cuckoo til the fourth day of July Gonna build me a log cabin on a mountain so high so I can see the cuckoo when she goes on by I've played cards in…

Walking Down the Line - Bob Dylan Well I'm walking down the line My feet will be a flying to tell you bout my troubled mind I got a heavy headed gal She ain't a feeling well When she's better only time will tell Well my money comes…

I went down to old fort worth in 18 and 83 when a Mexican cowboy come stepping up to me he said how are you young fella how would you like to go and spend the season working in the hills of Mexico well having no employment back to him…

It's a simple knot That keeps me from the lake It's a simple knot That keeps me What's known between A rider and bridle What's known between Rider O to be The light on the land O to be The light It was dark last night When…

I don't care My honey run away from me the stars fell down I counted three I don't care Lulu won't you open the door I can't stay here anymore across the Appalachians wide and the Eastern Continental Divide Chorus I can see just…

I saw jack-in-the-pulpit and I knew I belonged And I felt every sermon and I held every song O The trees creaked and shifted as they turned and dropped their leaves And I pulled an empty bottle and I held it to the breeze. Oh this one life…