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.

What politics I ever learned, I learned in the streets, because it was part of the environment.

You'll find God in the church of your choice, you'll find Woody Guthrie in the Brooklyn State Hospital.

The radio makes hideous sounds.

Your heart is like the ocean, mysterious and dark.

One was Texas medicine, the other was just railroad gin, and like a fool I mixed them.

I kinda live where I find myself.