Fall mountains, just don't fall on me.

Looks like my baby dont live here no more...thats alright, ive still got my guitar..I might as well go back over yonder, way back across the hills, if my baby dont love me no more....i know her...sister will

You have to be a freak in order to be different.

I'm trying to get more into other things, where reality is nothing but each individual's way of thinking.

It's really hard to know what people want around here sometimes.

They've imitated me so good that sometimes I hear people copying my mistakes

The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar.