I enjoy the videos with the sound off, where you can look at the belly buttons and everything. Really some pretty girls, but I don't know about the music.

Staring at the world through the bottom of a glass, all I see is a man who's fading fast.

When I grew up there wasn't air-conditioning or anything of that nature, and this old car had a wall thickness of about ten inches. So we had a little warmer house in the winter and a little cooler in the summer.

It sounds like something from a Woody Guthrie song, but it's true; I was raised in a freight car.

To be part of what you're singing about is somewhat painful. You've got to climb inside it all.

In 1960, when I came out of prison as an ex-convict, I had more freedom under parolee supervision than there's available... in America right now.

Stop rolling down hill like a snow ball headed for hell.