His songs were soon curled on the lips of the world, they had earned him the highest acclaim. And yet his greatest desire was the simple warmth of love's fire, cause it's cold on the dark side of fame.

This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

I'm just a man, no more or no less. Bad as the worst, good as the best.

The only two things in life that make it worth livin' / Is guitars that tune good and firm feelin' women

Was an American archetype, the bad guy with the big heart.

I'm old and crazy, but I still give a damn. And I still think the boys got screwed over in Vietnam.

But Buddy was an upper. He was happy. He loved music, and he was really happy. I don't know... I don't believe in reincarnation at all, but if all that stuff is true, then he might have been on his last time around.