I wanted to be listened to. I don't know if they were or not, though.
I wish they'd had electric guitars in cotton fields back in the good old days. A whole lot of things would've been straightened out.
Anyway, you know good and well it would be beyond the will of God, and the grace of the King
I try all night to play a pretty note.
You have to be a freak in order to be different.
Don't waste your time thinkin' about bad things.