Later On They Send Me

Memories, Pressed Between The Pages Of My Mind. Memories, Sweetened Through The Ages Just Like Wine.

If You Bring A Friend Into Your Love Affair, That's The End Of Your Sweetheart That's The End Of Your Friend, That's When Your Heartache Begins.

On A Cold And Gray Chicago Morning Another Little Baby Child Is Born In The Ghetto, And His Mama Cries.

The Lord Can Give, And The Lord Can Take Away. I Might Be Herding Sheep Next Year.

People Think You're Crazy If You Talk About Things They Don't Understand.