One was Texas medicine, the other was just railroad gin, and like a fool I mixed them.

Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

I saw him making love to you, you forgot to close the garage door.

They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in, sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks.

It's not important what other people call you. If you yourself know you're a fake, that's tougher to live with.

If I made records for my own pleasure, I would only record Charley Patton songs.

A poem is a naked person.