You say you're looking for someone who'll pick you up each time you fall, to gather flowers constantly and to come each time you call, a lover your life and nothing more. But it ain't me, babe.

They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in, sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks.

The times they are a-changing.

I don't write the songs; I just write 'em down.

Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in.

Up north, you could find these radio stations with no name on the dials that played pre-rock 'n' roll things - country blues. We would hear Slim Harpo or Lightnin' Slim and gospel groups, the Dixie Hummingbirds, the Five Blind Boys of Alabama. I was so far north, I didn't even know where Alabama was.

I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to trespass, but sometimes you just find yourself over the line.