I'll Stand Over Your Grave

Stop All This Weeping, Swallow Your Pride/ You Will Not Die, Its Not Poison -tombstone Blues

You’re A Cow Give Me Some Milk Or Else Go Home

You Will Find God In The Church Of Your Choice.

I Dug It, New York City, All-the Streets And The Snows And The Starving And The Five-flight Walkups And Sleeping In Rooms With Ten People. I Dug The Trains And The Shadows, The Way I Dug Ore Mines And Coal Mines. I Just Jumped Right To The Bottom Of New York.

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