Whenever anybody does something in a big way, it's always rejected at home and accepted someplace else.

The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.

Money doesn't talk, it swears.

I'm inconsistent, even to myself.

There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again.

To preach of peace and brotherhood, oh what might be the cost? A man he did it long ago, and they hung him on a cross.

Well, it's hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon When it's nine below zero And three o'clock in the afternoon.