By The Time You Get Close To

Running Down On A Way Of Life Our Fighting Men Have Fought And Died To Keep. If You Don't Love It, Leave It.

I Probably Wouldn't Even Be Here Now If It Weren't For Chiropractic

Despite Of All My Sunday Learnin', Toward The Bad I Kept Turning.

There's A Rumor That There May Be An Attempt At Organizing A Possible Script For A Series On My Life, Which, When You Look At My Police Record, You'd Have To Have More Than One Hour To Tell The Story.

There's Two Or Three Kids Out There Trying To Make Good Music, And The Rest Of Them Sound Like It's Been Strained Through Some Kind Of White Toast Or Something. It All Sounds Just Too Neat And Perfect, With No Surprise To It At All. No Story, No Nothing. It's Like Building Cars, Like An Assembly Line. It Doesn't Sound Like Anything That Came From A Guitar.