But there's nowhere to hide, since you pushed my love aside 31. Ah, look at all the lonely people. When I recall what we had, I feel lost, I feel sad. With nothing but the memory of 33. Don't you come back no more, no more.
Some people say a man is made out of mud.
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood. I shot a man from Reno, just to watch him die. For a little silver quarter, we can have the Pullman porter turn the lights down low. The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know may just be passing fancies, and in time may go. Money talks, but it can't sing and dance and it don't walk.