Left Wing, Chicken Wing, It Don't Make

Life Has A Habit Of Not Staying Hitched. You Got To Ride It Like You Find It.

It's A Folk Singer's Job To Comfort Disturbed People And To Disturb Comfortable People

The World Is Filled With People Who Are No Longer Needed -- And Who Try To Make Slaves Of All Of Us -- And They Have Their Music And We Have Ours.

As I Went Walking That Ribbon Of Highway I Saw Above Me The Endless Skyway I Saw Below Me The Lonesome Valley This Land Was Made For You And Me.

I Hate A Song That Makes You Think That You Are Not Any Good. I Hate A Song That Makes You Think That You Are Just Born To Lose. Bound To Lose. No Good To Nobody. No Good For Nothing. Because You Are Too Old Or Too Young Or Too Fat Or Too Slim Too Ugly Or Too This Or Too That.