I think of rock 'n' roll as a combination of country blues and swing band music, not Chicago blues, and modern pop.

I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

Look out your window, and I'll be gone. You're the reason I'm a-traveling on.

It rubs me the wrong way, a camera... It's a frightening thing...Cameras make ghosts out of people.

People think they know me from my songs. But my repertoire of songs is so wide-ranging that you'd have to be a madman to figure out the characteristics of the person who wrote all those songs.

You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe But you're back were you belong

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you.