There's a man going 'round taking names / And he decides who to free and who to blame / Everybody won't be treated all the same / There'll be a golden ladder reaching down / When the Man comes around.

San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell. May your walls fall and may I live to tell.

When I get an idea for a song it would gel in my mind for weeks or months, and then one day just like that, Ill write it.

I used to sing Bill Monroe songs. And I'd sing Dennis Day songs like songs that he sang on the Jack Benny show.

All music comes from God.

I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart.

I had an empathy for prisoners and did concerts for them back when I thought that it would make a difference - you know? - that they really were there to be rehabilitated.