The man on the radio says Elvis Presley's died. We drove to Memphis, the sky was hard and black.

It's not the time in your life, it's the life in your time.

God have mercy on the man who doubts what he's sure of.

Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knee Willie, you know they're gonna be there. Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billy, they'll be coming up for air.

I played in front of every conceivable audience you could face: an all-black audience, all-white, firemen's fairs, policemen's balls, in front of supermarkets, bar mitzvahs, weddings, drive-in theaters. I'd seen it all before I ever walked into a recording studio.

When I die throw my body in the back and drive me to the junk yard in my Cadillac.

At the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe.