I don't do any vulgar movements.
On a cold and gray Chicago morning another little baby child is born in the ghetto, and his Mama cries.
I'll stay in Memphis.
Before you abuse, criticize, and accuse walk a mile in my shoes.
Viva Las Vegas with your neon flashin' and your one arm bandits crashin' all those hopes down the drain. Viva Las Vegas turnin' day into nighttime, turnin night into daytime. If you see it once, you'll never be the same again.
In this day and time you can't even get sick; you are strung-out! Well by God, I'll tell you something, friend: I have never been strung-out in my life, except on music!