It's east to see without lookin' too far that not much is really sacred.
Yesterday's just a memory, tomorrow is never what it's supposed to be.
People think that singing and playing is easy. It's not. It's easy to strum along, but if you actually want to really play, where it's important, that's a hard thing and not too many people are good at it.
I'm not a folk-singer. I just sing a certain place.
Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time.
In the valley of the giants where the stars and stripes explode, the peaches they were sweet and the milk and honey flowed.