(Carl Perkins) I don't belong to no one I don't belong at all Got my face in the corner Got my back to the wall And pretty baby I'm restless, restless
(Bruce Springsteen) I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot Outside
(Don Everly) We use to have good times together dear But now I feel them slip away It makes me cry to see love die So sad to watch good love go bad
you hold me tight we'll let the fire burn on And we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning Each time when we meet we both agree that it's for the last
our last date I search for a single way To tell him what I had to say I kissed him watched him walk away Set him free foolishly destiny misery Tragedy on our last date