Bob Has Never Written A

How Many Times Can A Man Turn His Head, And Pretend That He Just Doesn't See?

City's Just A Jungle; More Games To Play Trapped In The Heart Of It, Tryin' To Get Away I Was Raised In The Country, I Been Workin' In The Town I Been In Trouble Ever Since I Set My Suitcase Down

There's Enough Songs For People To Listen To, If They Want To Listen To Songs. For Every Man, Woman And Child On Earth, They Could Be Sent, Probaby, Each Of Them, A Hundred Records, And Never Be Repeated. There's Enough Songs. Unless Someone's Gonna Come Along With A Pure Heart And Has Something To Say. That's A Different Story.

...don't Criticize What You Can't Understand, Your Sons And Your Daughters Are Beyond Your Command.

Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.