He Drank His First Strong Liquor Then

They're Powerful, Those Songs. At Times They've Been My Only Way Back, The Only Door Out Of The Dark, Bad Places The Black Dog Calls Home.

The Beer And The Wurst Were Wonderful, But I Was Dying To Be Back In The South, Where The Livin' Was Easy, Where The Fish Were Jumpin', Where The Cotton Grew High.

He Went Up To Heaven, Located His Dog. Not Only That, But He Rejoined His Arm.

I Love The Young People.

We [with Rick Rubin] Would Focus On The Ones That We Did Like, That Felt Right And Sounded Right. And If I Didn't Like The Performance On That Song, I Would Keep Trying It And Do Take After Take Until It Felt Comfortable With Me And Felt That It Was Coming Out Of Me And My Guitar And My Voice As One, That It Was Right For My Soul.