I'm so horny the crack of dawn better watch out.

Now its raining its pouring the old man is snoring now I lay me down to sleep I hear the sirens in the street all my dreams are made of chrome I have no way to get back home I’d rather die before I wake like Marilyn Monroe and throw my dreams out in the street and the rain make ‘em grow

I’ve always believed that the way you affect your audience is more important than how many of them are there.

I'll take a rusty nail and scratch your initials on my arm.

A mental midget with the IQ of a fence post.

slept all night in the cedar grove, i was born to ramble, born to rove, some men are searchin' for the holy grail, but there ain't nothin' sweeter than ridin' the rails

I like my music with the rinds and the seeds and pulp left in.