My friends

"He's a quiet man," that's all she said And he's a thoughtful man It's just he likes to keep his thoughts up in his head And we finally meet, and she tries to draw him out a bit She says...

The man above was a murderer the man below was a thief And I lay there in the bunk between ailing beyond belief A weary armful of skin and bone wasted with pain and grief My feet were froze and the...

Talkin' 'bout my T-Shirts And how they used to fit me When I am laughin' with the boys Their spirts seem to lift me We were talkin' 'bout '68 & '69 And all the things we did It's not that...