Too Much Information About Nothing.

I Don't Write The Songs; I Just Write 'em Down.

What's Money? A Man Is A Success If He Gets Up In The Morning And Goes To Bed At Night And In Between Does What He Wants To Do.

In The Fury Of The Moment/ I Can See The Master's Hand In Every Leaf That Trembles, In/ Every Grain Of Sand.

I'm Not A Folk-singer. I Just Sing A Certain Place.

Don't Think Twice, It's Alright.