My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the dangerous world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my swaddling bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.
| 1 | Pound It On Down* |
| 2 | Whippoorwill |
| 3 | Skinny Days |
| 4 | Kokomo |
| 5 | Coneville Slough |
| 6 | Eugene |
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