The cavalries charged and the Indians died, oh the country was young with God on its side.

What politics I ever learned, I learned in the streets, because it was part of the environment.

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

Every singer has three or four or five techniques, and you can force them together in different combinations. Some of the techniques you discard along the way, and pick up others. But you do need them. It's just like anything. You have to know certain things about what you're doing that other people don't know. Singing has to do with techniques and how many you use at the same time. One alone doesn't work. There's no point to going over three. But you might interchange them whenever you feel like it. It's a bit like alchemy.

The cavalries charged and the Indians died, oh the country was young with God on its side.

My guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect, deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect.

How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.