I became interested in folk music because I had to make it somehow.

In the fury of the moment/ I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in/ every grain of sand.

People tell me it's a sin, to know and feel too much within.

On the stone that remains carved next to his name, his epitaph plain, only a pawn in their game.

Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?

Get jailed, jump bail, join the Army if you fail.

Stay free of petty jealousies, live by no man's code, and hold your judgment for yourself, lest you wind up on this road.