I took the easy way, and to an extent I regret that. Still, though, the way we did it was honest. We played it and sang it the way we felt it, and there's a lot to be said for that.

If I'm anything, I'm not a singer but I'm a song stylist.

I could wrap myself in the warm cocoon of a song and go anywhere.

The more I learn, the more excited I get.

A song stylist is, like, to take an old folk song like "Delia's Gone" and do a modern white man's version of it.

He went up to heaven, located his dog. Not only that, but he rejoined his arm.

Some gal would giggle and I'd get red, and some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head. I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.