I want my music to leave an indelible mark.
. . . And some people sing and dance.
Wow. Imagine what God could have done if he'd had money.
Third box car, midnight train, destination Bangor, Maine. Old worn out suit and shoes, I don't pay no union dues.
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
The human mind is a wonderful thing, it starts working from before you're born and doesn't stop till you sit down to write a song.