If You Go To A Magic Show,

On The Road Again, Goin' Places That I've Never Been. Seein' Things That I May Never See Again, And I Can't Wait To Get On The Road Again.

I Think There Must Be Safety In Numbers. If You F - Up Enough Times, They Forget Which One You Really Did. They Start Thinking, "well, Nobody Can Be That Bad."

We're Still Here Trying To Get The Word Out That 330 Farmers Are Quitting Every Week.

My First Job Was In A Bohemian Polka Band, The Rejcek Family Polka Band In Abbott. The Old Man In The Band Had Another Blacksmith Shop In Abbott, But He Liked Me. All He Had Was Horns And Drums, And I Was Set Up Over There With My Little Guitar With No Amps Or Nothing. I Would Play As Loud As I Wanted To, And Nobody Could Hear Me.

I Don't Remember Moses Writing, 'thou Shalt Not Kill.. Unless You Think You Have A Good Reason.