The world is filled with people who are no longer needed -- and who try to make slaves of all of us -- and they have their music and we have ours.

I like to write about wherever I happen to be.

It's a folk singer's job to comfort disturbed people and to disturb comfortable people

I have decided long ago that my songs and ballads would not get the hugs and kisses of the capitalistic experts.

One day we'll all find out that all of our songs was just little notes in a great big song!

All you can write is what you see.

Okemah was one of the singingest, square dancingest, drinkingest, yellingest, preachingest, walkingest, talkingest, laughingest, cryingest, shootingest, fist fightingest, bleedingest, gamblingest, gun, club and razor carryingest of our ranch towns and farm towns, because it blossomed out into one of our first Oil Boom Towns.