Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drivin' wheel. You all been down and lonesome, you know just how a poor man feels.

How many times have you heard someone say If I had his money I'd do things my way Hmm, but little they know Hmm, it's so hard to find One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind.

How many roads must a man walk down, Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail, Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly, Before they're forever banned?

Good intentions can be evil, both hands are full of grease. You know, sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

The man in the coon skin cap in the pig pen wants eleven dollar bills, you've only got ten.

I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'. When she said, hey man, you crazy or somethin'?

Like the lion tears the flesh off a man, so can a woman who passes herself off as a male.

How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fools hand?

How many roads must a man walk down Before your can call him a man? . . . The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.