For them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely.

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people, they're drinking, thinking that they got it made. Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things, but you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it, babe.

Remember when you're out there trying to heal the sick, that you must always first forgive them.

The song was there before me, before I came along. I just sorta came down and just sorta took it down with a pencil, but it was there before I came around.

Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach

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

In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.