I've always felt writing a song was a bit like going on location. That's true in an almost literal sense. Where you are seeps in somehow.

I'm goin' to take a little trip, down paradise's endless shores. They say that travel broadens the mind, till you can't get your head out of doors.

You'll never be alone in the bone orchard.

Mention Hubert Sumlin, as well, because Hubert's a great man, and again, you know, I don't play the guitar very good, but when I'm playing this kind of music, I always have him in my mind. I wish I could play like Hubert.

In the tiny torn up pieces of his mind he's irresistible too.

When they finally put you in the ground, I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down.

Music is more like water than a rhinoceros. It doesn't charge madly down one path. It runs away in every direction.