I Don't Sing A Song Unless I

Now Listen You Know I Work So Hard, All Day Long Everything I Try To Do, Seem To Always Turn Out Wrong That's Why I Wanna Stop By On My Way Home And Say Let's Go Get Stoned

I Cant Retire From Music Any More Than I Can Retire From My Liver. Youd Have To Remove The Music From Me Surgically—like You Were Taking Out My Appendix.

Crying's Always Been A Way For Me To Get Things Out Which Are Buried Deep, Deep Down. When I Sing, I Often Cry. Crying Is Feeling, And Feeling Is Being Human.

My Music Had Roots Which I'd Dug Up From My Own Childhood, Musical Roots Buried In The Darkest Soil.

Affluence Separates People. Poverty Knits 'em Together. You Got Some Sugar And I Don't; I Borrow Some Of Yours. Next Month You Might Not Have Any Flour; Well, I'll Give You Some Of Mine.