Any resemblance to the Yiddish word Chutzpah is of the purest intent. With a doff of the hat to Sheldon Alan "Shel" Silverstein ...and Mad magazine for all of their influences. that indeed did rot my brain

The tale of love from the misty ages of time.

I’m pressing on the upward way, New heights I’m gaining every day; Still praying as I’m onward bound, “Lord, plant my feet on higher ground.” Refrain Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on Heaven’s table land, A higher plane than I…

Bottle neckin' on the old 5 string. first attempt Standing on a corner with a cheap guitar...Got that empty feeling I don't know where you are...Wont you come back baby I really need my car.. I let you have my car keys ,gave you a…

Nothin' ain't worth nothin' baby

BEEN WATIN’ FOR THAT HURICANE A BLOWIN’ , WATIN’ FOR THAT OLD HARD RAIN TO FALL, CAN’T SAY WHERE I’VE BEEN ,OR WHERE I’M GOIN’ IT’S A WONDER I’M STILL HERE AT ALL….LAY THAT FIDDLE DOWN AND PASS THAT BOTTLE, I NEEDS A LITTLE TAST OF…

Any day you wake up is a good day.

Popular world war 1 song.

Old timey'st of versions. reminiscent of a deserting war warn civil war solder heading back to see a lady left behind. Close your eyes and try to smell the camp fire and burned coffee.

Not exacting but my version as such, the advice is good though,just hang loose...as we used to say.