It frightens me, the awful truth, of how sweet life can be.
I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.
I'm the oldest son of a crazy man, I'm in a cowboy band.
I never could guess your weight, baby.
Your mind is a your temple, keep it beautiful and free. Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.
If I made records for my own pleasure, I would only record Charley Patton songs.