As I Stepped To The Stage To

Because Dickens And Dostoyevsky And Woody Guthrie Were Telling Their Stories Much Better Than I Ever Could, I Decided To Stick To My Own Mind.

Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? Use Your Arms And Your Legs, It Won't Ruin You

It's Not Me, It's The Songs. I'm Just The Postman, I Deliver The Songs. When I First Heard Elvis' Voice, I Knew That I Wasn't Going To Work For Anybody ... Hearing Him For The First Time Was Like Busting Out Of Jail. This Land Is Your Land And This Land Is My Land, Sure, But The World Is Run By Those That Never Listen To Music Anyway. People Today Are Still Living Off The Table Scraps Of The Sixties. They Are Still Being Passed Around - The Music And The Ideas.

Keep A Clean Nose, Watch The Plain-clothes.

The Inmates And Prisoners, I Found They Were My Kind, And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind.