What Good Are Fans? You

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

Mama, Put My Guns In The Ground, I Can't Shoot Them Anymore. That Long Black Cloud Is Coming Down.

People Think They Know Me From My Songs. But My Repertoire Of Songs Is So Wide-ranging That You'd Have To Be A Madman To Figure Out The Characteristics Of The Person Who Wrote All Those Songs.

Money Doesn't Talk, It Swears.

May You Build A Ladder To The Stars And Climb On Every Rung. May You Stay Forever Young.