San Quentin, May You Rot And Burn

Get Rhythm When You Get The Blues.

When I Was 17 - 16, My Father And I Cut Wood All Day Long And I Was Swinging That Crosscut Saw And Hauling Wood.

I Wore Black Because I Liked It. I Still Do, And Wearing It Still Means Something To Me. It's Still My Symbol Of Rebellion -- Against A Stagnant Status Quo, Against Our Hypocritical Houses Of God, Against People Whose Minds Are Closed To Others' Ideas.

Take One Fresh And Tender Kiss Add One Stolen Night Of Bliss One Girl, One Boy, Some Grief, Some Joy Memories Are Made Of This.

Now That I Know That I've Needed You So, Help Me, Jesus. My Soul's In Your Hand.