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

This is your life - you must die by yourself, so for heaven's sake, live for yourself and no one else. . . .

When we go to play, you flip around and flash around and everything, and then they're not gonna see nothin' but what their eyes see. Forget about their ears.

The artist draws the people. The whole idea is for people to dig themselves, just mingle around meeting different other people. That's cool.

If my baby don't love me no more, I know her sister will.

Don't let your imagination take you by surprise.