Buck Owens

See the faulty now, see the dawn, see clear
Five, six, it's gonna be narrow
By written law for right of hollow form
By thy all night

Figure five fourteen motorized
Much play in wise paradise
Each time you raise the wire

On fire for me, my plane is happy
Gotta show, gotta leave
Which indeed I'd like to

He's afforded final ten
Every damn one been done
Pick the part of me to fun around

Diggie forty bodie innie
Master come un by gun
Last choice, last chance, chance

Peace time for the stonified
I can't stand the high design
Give me one of those whys to write