We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee, we don't take trips on LSD. We don't burn our draft cards down on Main Street, we like living right and free.

There's a rumor that there may be an attempt at organizing a possible script for a series on my life, which, when you look at my police record, you'd have to have more than one hour to tell the story.

Momma tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied, and that leaves only me to blame, cause Momma tried.

There's one thing I never did do, and that was stink.

When you get to readin' about where the music and John Steinbeck and all those people like that come from, the further you go the more interesting it becomes.

Despite of all my Sunday learnin', toward the bad I kept turning.

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