Want some bacon? Naw, man, I don't eat pork. Are you Jewish? I ain't Jewish, I just don't dig on swine, that's all. Pigs are filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals. Yeah, but bacon tastes good. Pork chops taste good.

(God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh God bless, oh) Ain't got nothin', runnin' from love Only know fear That's me, Ms. 20 Something Wish you were here, oh Stuck in them 20 somethings, stuck in them 20 somethings Good luck on them 20 somethings,

When I'm much too far away And now I wish I'd stayed 'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired I'm missing you again oh no A lonely road, crossed another cold state line Miles away from those I love purpose undefined We all need that person who can be true to you

She's so swishy in her satin and tat In her frock coat And bipperty-bopperty hat Oh God, I could do better than that Why didn't I say, Why didn't I say, no, no, no And I gaze at my hotel wall I'm up on the eleventh floor And I'm watching the cruisers

Hey, there's no we without you and I Oohh, da du du du du Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh If we tried that we could be Somewhere the climate is warm, long as you around me I swear that everything will be just fine I wish that we could take some time Go anywhere,

Let me make it up, make it up, make it up, make it up to you However, whenever, whatever you want me to I wish I could be that tender, stable girl Get all that weight off your back? Oh, oh That I put there, that I put there That you want, but I'm not And

'Cause your heart calling Feels like confetti falling Down, down, down Oh yeah yeah don’t get any better Oh yeah yeah wish that this was forever And it’s a celebration, Feels like a celebration All this talk about being in love I could never get into the

Oh have you seen my dear companion For he was all this world to me Written by Jean Ritchie © 1976 Geordie Music Pub Co. I hear he's gone to some far country And that he cares no more for me I wish I were a swallow flying I'd fly to a high and

And finding out it's impossible to do Oh it's no use I can't unlove you I can't unthink about you I can't unfeel your touch I can't unhear all the words Unsay all the things That used to mean so much Wish I could unremember

It's a fight to act like you weren't in mind, oh mind Though I swore I washed it off in the waves And I wish I was sorry, damn I wish I was sorry That I don't know how to stay away, stay away Every time we drew our lines They grew legs and walked