You call yourself what you want to call yourself. This is the land of the free.

In songs, you have to tell people about something they didn't see and weren't there for, and you have to do it as if you were.

I'll always thank the Lord when my working day is through, I get my sweet reward to be alone with you.

We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it

Money doesn't talk, it swears.

They say everything can be replaced, Yet every distance is not near. So I remember every face Of every man who put me here. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released.

To live outside the law, you must be honest.