I'm Not Denyin' The Women

The Yoke A Man Creates For Himself By Wrong-doing Will Breed Hate In The Kindliest Nature.

The Stars Are Golden Fruit Upon A Tree All Out Of Reach.

A Suppressed Resolve Will Betray Itself In The Eyes.

The Best Fire Doesna Flare Up The Soonest.

It's A Strange Thing To Think Of A Man As Can Lift A Chair With His Teeth, And Walk Fifty Mile On End, Trembling And Turning Hot And Cold At Only A Look From One Woman Out Of All The Rest I' The World. It's A Mystery We Can Give No Account Of.