They're selling postcards of the hanging They're painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus is in town Here comes the blind commissioner They've got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other is in his pants And the riot squad they're restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row.

If I made records for my own pleasure, I would only record Charley Patton songs.

I make my stand and remain as I am, and bid farewell and not give a damn.

A lot of people from the press want to talk to me, but they never do.

Experience teaches us that silence terrifies people the most.

Time is an ocean, but it ends at the shore.

This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.