Come on boys, you must listen unto me, lay off the whiskey and let that cocaine be.

When I was arrested I was dressed in black

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.

After about three lessons [my] voice teacher said, "Don't take voice lessons. Do it your way. You're a song stylist. Always do it your way."

I wear black for those who never read or listen to the words that Jesus said, about the road to happiness, through love and charity.

Sam Phillips asked me to go write a love song, or maybe a bitter weeper. So I wrote a song called, "Cry Cry Cry," went back in and recorded that for the other side of the record.

Prisoners are the greatest audience that an entertainer can perform to.