Time flies when you’re goin’ down slow / On your way boy this ain’t your home / On your way and you’ll soon be there / Time flies when you got such a long way to go (Scott H. Biram)

I’m layin’ down with a feelin’ / That I may never be the same / Seems I’ve spent my whole life just killin’ time / Tryin’ to cover up the pain / Now I’m just lettin’ go / There’s nowhere left to put the shame / And lord, I never felt nothin’ like a warm [...]

I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes / I slept on the ground in the light of the moon / On the edge of the city you’ll see us and then / We come with the dust and we go with the wind (Woody Guthrie as sung by Scott H. Biram)