I Took Her By The Hand And

Oh, The Inmates And The Prisoners I Found They Were My Kind And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind But The Jails They Were Too Crowded Institutions Overflowed So They Turned Me Loose To Walk Upon Life's Hurried Tangled Road

You've Got A Lotta Nerve To Say You Are My Friend. When I Was Down You Just Stood There A Grinin

If Ever Asked To Look At Yourself, Don't.

That's Another Way Of Writing A Song, Of Course. Just Talking To Somebody That Ain't There. That's The Best Way. That's The Truest Way. Then It Just Becomes A Question Of How Heroic Your Speech Is. To Me, It's Something To Strive After.

My Big Fear Was That My Guitar Would Go Out Of Tune.