I ran into the preacher, said God was on my side, then I ran into the hangman.

Did He give me the gift of love to say who I could choose? When God made me did He give me the gift of voice so some could silence me? Did he give me the gift of vision not knowing what I might see? Did he give me the gift of compassion to help my fellow man?

My music isn't anything but me. It has jazz in it, and rock'n'roll, and it has an urgency to it.

Southern man better keep your head, don't forget what your good book says.

Southern change gonna come at last! Now your crosses are burning fast, Southern Man.

Studios are passe for me. I'd rather play in a garage, in a truck, or a rehearsal hall, a club, or a basement.

Cocaine eyes won't hide your face.