"If there's no more hunger and not a single gun
And eveyone's too busy havin' too much fun
I'll be the last man, I'll be the last man
I'll be the very last man who'll ever have to sing the blues..."Too Much Giddyup (Not Enough Whoa) "All fixed up, ready to roll He's feelin' his oats So he's hittin' the road No destination, nothin' on his mind..." |