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I Don't Know If I Call Myself A Poet Or Not. I Would Like To, But I'm Not Really Qualified To Make That Decision, Because I Come In On Such A Back Door, That I Don't Know What A Robert Frost Or A [john] Keats Or A T.s. Eliot Would Really Think Of My Stuff.

Lord Knows I've Paid My Dues Getting Through, Tangled Up In Blue.

When You Asked Me How I Was Doing, Was That Some Kind Of Joke

The Executioner's Face Is Always Well Hidden.

A Lot Of People Can't Stand Touring But To Me It's Like Breathing. I Do It Because I'm Driven To Do It.