Been Walking Through Town Just The Other Day With Nothing Much To Do As The Sun Came Breaking Down Through The Clouds I’d Never Seen The Sky So Blue I Saw A Cajun Man With A Red Guitar Playing On The Side Of The Street I Threw A Handful Of Change In His Beat Up…

 

I Run From Hate I Run From Prejudice I Run From Pessimists But I Run Too Late I Run My Life Or Is It Running Me Run From My Past I Run Too Fast Or Too Slow It Seems When Lies Become The Truth That’s When I Run To You This World Keeps Spinning Faster…

 

She Grew Up On A Side Of The Road Where The Church Bells Ring And Strong Love Grows She Grew Up Good She Grew Up Slow Like American Honey Steady As A Preacher Free As A Weed Couldn’t Wait To Get Goin’ But Wasn’t Quite Ready To Leave So Innocent, Pure And Sweet American Honey…