Creativity Has A Lot To Do With

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.

Well The Lone Ranger And Tonto, They Are Riding Down The Line Fixing Everybody's Troubles, Everybody Except Mine.

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."

Socialism, Hypnotism, Patriotism, Materialism, Fools Making Laws For The Breaking Of Jaws.

I Read On The Road In Maybe 1959. It Changed My Life Like It Changed Everyone Else's.