Some of the old folk singers used to phrase things in an interesting way, and then, I got my style from seeing a lot of outdoor-type poets, who would….

One who sings with his tongue on fire, gargles in the rat race choir..

The only sound that's left after the ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row..

There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun, and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I'm one..

I'm not the kind of cat that's going to cut off an ear if I can't do something..

You swore you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realise He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes ….

As he weeps to wicked birds of prey, who pick up on his bread crumb sins, and there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden..

I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn I courted her proudly but now she is gone Gone a….

The battle outside raging will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls..

I could stay with you forever and never realize the time..

People's lives are filled with vice and the trappings of it. Ambition, greed and selfishness all have to do with vice. Sooner or later, you have to s….

There's only one day at a time here, then it's tonight and then tomorrow will be today again..

May you always be courageous, stand upright and be strong, may you stay forever young..

Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition, but the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency..

If you don't have to write songs, why write them? I've got enough where I don't really feel the urge to write anything additional..

Rod's a great singer. He's got a great voice, but there's no point to put a 30-piece orchestra behind him. I'm not going to knock anybody's right to ….

I made a bargain with him, the chief in a world we can't see. (devil).

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth. You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe..

The executioner's face is always well hidden..

Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.

Black is the Color and none is the number.