I always felt that the musician's job was to provide an alternative source of information.

We've got no fairytale ending, in God's hands our fate is complete. Your heaven's here in my heart, our love's this dust beneath my feet.

I have spent my life judging the distance between American reality and the American dream.

So I bought a forty-four magnum, it was solid steel cast, and in the blessed name of Elvis, well I just let it blast 'til my TV lay in pieces.

Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun. Oh, but mama, that's where the fun is.

With a chance to make it good somehow, hey, what else can we do now? Except roll down the window, and let the wind blow back your hair.

The only thing I know as I get older is that I don't really need to be No. 1.