There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun, and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I'm one.

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

A lot of people don't like the road, but it's as natural to me as breathing.

The answer is blowin' in the wind.

I just don't hear anyone else making the music I'm making in my head, so I'll have to do it myself.

People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.

Look, you know i don't wanna come on ungrateful, but that warren report, you know as well as me, just didn't make it. You know, like they might as well have asked some banana salesman from des moines, who was up in toronto on the big day, if he saw anyone around looking suspicious/.