I said my pretty Creole Girl,
My money here's no good,
And if not for the alligators,
I'd sleep out in the woods.-Lakes of Ponchartrain

The dust Pancho bit down south,
Ended up in Lefty's mouth.- Townes Van Zandt

If I thought it would do any good,
I'd stand on the rock where Moses stood.- The Band

Goin' on down to the railroad track,
Let the 4:19 scratch my back.- The Band

There's no love song finer,
But how strange the change,
From major to minor,
Every time we say goodbye.- Cole Porter