 Not to Massachusetts, nor to New York, nor even to the Carolinas Oh, you go to sleep, Jonathan Forget the enemy and think a little more about this summer's corn Well, make up your mind which side you want to lie on Well, then turn on your right side and stay on it I didn't touch your gun It's right over there where you left it I don't know why you want to keep a gun in the cupboard It makes me nervous Puts too many notions into my head