You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.

The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.

You've got to lose your passion for dumbness.

I never saw myself as a folk singer.

Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar, there's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm.

You're better than no one and no one is better than you.

I like spiritual songs. They struck me as truthful and serious. They brought me down to earth and they lifted me up all in the same moment.