When I got out of school, I spent two years just hitchhiking around. Every time I met some old farmer who could play banjo, I got him to teach me a lick or two. Little by little, I put it together.

This world is so full of hypocrisy, the only way you can be honest is to be a hermit.

I want to turn the clock back to when people lived in small villages and took care of each other.

It's been my belief that learning how to do something in your hometown is the most important thing.

When will we ever learn? When will we ever learn?

Songs are funny things. They can slip across borders. Proliferate in prisons. Penetrate hard shells. I always believed that the right song at the right moment could change history.

I decline to discuss, under compulsion, where I have sung, and who has sung my songs, and who else has sung with me, and the people I have known.