Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.
I'm not the kind of cat that's going to cut off an ear if I can't do something.
A lot of people don't like the road, but it's as natural to me as breathing.
Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in.
I'm not a folk-singer. I just sing a certain place.
You use to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat, who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.