I can't stand to sing the same song the same way two nights in succession. If you can, then it ain't music, it's close order drill, or exercise or yodeling or something, not music.

I can't stand to sing the same song the same way two nights in succession, let alone two years or ten years.

Lust may be in the heart, though it be not seen by others; as guests may be in the house, though they look not out at the windows.

Don't threaten me with love, baby. Let's just go walking in the rain.

You've got to have something to eat and a little love in your life before you can hold still for any damn body's sermon on how to behave.

And when you're poor, you grow up fast.

I can't stand to sing the same song the same way two nights in succession. If you can, then it ain't music, it's close order drill, or exercise or yodeling or something, not music.