From the town of Lincoln Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap, through the Badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path.

Dancing in the dark. Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate, It'll take your God filled soul. Fill it with devils.

The songs themselves do broaden out as time passes and take on subtly different meanings, take on more meaning, I find.

If they had told me I was the janitor and would have to mop up and clean the toilets after the show in order to play, I probably would have done it.

I have to write and play. If I became an electrician tomorrow, I'd still come home at night and write songs.

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

I think if somebody comes up and simply says, your jobs? I'm going to bring them back. You're not comfortable with the browning of America? I'm going to build a wall. ISIS, I'm going to defeat them. Those are very - it's a simple, but it was a compelling message for a lot of people.