Life is sad, life is a bust, all you can do is do what you must.
Nothing is better, nothing is best, take heed of this and get plenty of rest.
The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.
Sold my guitar to the baker's son for a few crumbs and a place to hide.
When the jelly faced women all sneeze, hear the one with the mustache say I can't find my knees.
God knows there's a heaven.
Uncle fought in Vietnam and then he fought a war all by himself.
They said, congratulations you got what it takes. They sent him back to the rat race without any brakes.
The man in the coon skin cap in the pig pen wants eleven dollar bills, you've only got ten.
When the deeds that you do don't add up to zero.
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children.
The battle outside raging will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls.
Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow will offer their heads for a prayer. You can't find no salvation, you have no expectations anytime, anyplace, anywhere.
The whole world's a bottle, And life's but a dram, When the bottle gets empty, It sure ain't worth a damn.
How many times have you heard someone say If I had his money I'd do things my way Hmm, but little they know Hmm, it's so hard to find One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind.
There's eyes behind the mirrors in empty places.
All the tired horses in the sun How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
You know, the streets are filled with vipers Who've lost all ray of hope You know, it ain't even safe no more In the palace of the Pope
I love Country Music but what happened to it?
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken, I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Inside the museum infinity goes up on trial. Voices echo, 'This is what salvation must be like after a while.' But Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.
A song is like a dream, and you try to make it come true. They're like strange countries that you have to enter.
If I made records for my own pleasure, I would only record Charley Patton songs.
I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me.
Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition, but the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency.
"America was founded on the backs of slaves."
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