Don't have much, but what I've got is yours, except of course my steel guitar.

Spread your wings and let me come inside.

I am a man of contradictions, I suppose.

You went to Woodstock and all that trash, your generation is fading fast.

I'm just delighted that this woman I love can be a mum again.

I had this little handheld transistor radio that I used to sleep next to.

A little child in Ethiopia will die before this song is through.