Silvio, I gotta go, find out something only dead men know.

The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.

I never wanted to be a prophet or a saviour. Elvis maybe

I never could guess your weight, baby.

You always got to be prepared but you never know for what.

Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground.

Either I'm too sensitive, or else I'm gettin' soft