story
11 cited lines in 10 songs.
I was listenin’ to the postman, I was listenin’ to the rain
God said to Abraham, “Kill me a son”
John Wesley Harding was a friend to the poor
He did it in Las Vegas, and he can do it here
Early one mornin’ the sun was shinin’, I was layin’ in bed
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content
You always said people don’t do what they believe in, they just do what’s most convenient, then they repent
Not a word of goodbye, not even a note
Poor boy, in a hotel called the Palace of Gloom
The pale moon rose in its glory, out on the Western town