If the wind and rain could play guitar, they would sound a lot like Doc Watson

It's impossible for me to think of music as a contest. All of the awards ceremonies, I mean I'm sure they're fun for people, but they have no meaning to me.

In a mucked up lovely river, I cast my little fly. I look at that river and smell it And it makes me want to cry. Oh to clean our dirty planet, Now there's a noble wish, And I'm puttin' my shoulder to the wheel 'Cause I wanna catch some fish.

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Life is a thump ripe melon, so sweet and such a mess.

I don't need to read the news. I see it on the faces of everyone I meet.

I don't think people hear my songs and think, "Well this is a way to make a bunch of money."