San Quentin, May You Rot And Burn

Jesus Will Not Fail Me, I Shall Not Be Moved.

I Say I'm Not A Singer, So That Means I Can't Sing. But - Doesn't It?

I Could Wrap Myself In The Warm Cocoon Of A Song And Go Anywhere.

Sam Phillips Asked Me To Go Write A Love Song, Or Maybe A Bitter Weeper. So I Wrote A Song Called, "cry Cry Cry," Went Back In And Recorded That For The Other Side Of The Record.

There's No Way Around Grief And Loss: You Can Dodge All You Want, But Sooner Or Later You Just Have To Go Into It, Through It, And, Hopefully, Come Out The Other Side. The World You Find There Will Never Be The Same As The World You Left.