Canadian Railroad Trilogy is an extremely fine piece of songwriting.
I don’t like it, but I guess things happen that way.
The battle against the dark one and the clinging to the right one is what my life is about.
I wear black because I’m comfortable in it. But then in the summertime when it’s hot I’m comfortable in light blue.
Everybody was wearing rhinestones, all those sparkly clothes, and cowboy boots. I decided to wear a black shirt and pants and see if I could get by with it. I did and I’ve worn black clothes ever since.
I wear the black for those who never read.
Life and love go on, let the music play.
Don’t take voice lessons. Do it your way.
A person knows when it just seems to feel right to them. Listen to your heart.
You have to be what you are. Whatever you are, you gotta be it.
When my wife died, I booked myself into the studio just to work, to occupy myself.
Some gal would giggle and I’d get red, and some guy’d laugh and I’d bust his head. I tell ya, life ain’t easy for a boy named Sue.
He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand, and tried to tell himself at last he had become a man.
Come on boys, you must listen unto me, lay off the whiskey and let that cocaine be.
He went up to heaven, located his dog. Not only that, but he rejoined his arm.
It’s all fleeting. As fame is fleeting, so are all the trappings of fame fleeting. The money, the clothes, the furniture.
So we raise her up every morning, we take her down every night, we don’t let her touch the ground and we fold her up right. On second thought, I do like to brag ’cause I’m mighty proud of the Ragged Old Flag.
I could wrap myself in the warm cocoon of a song and go anywhere.
He was removed from jail and placed in a place for the insensitive and insane.
Inside the walls of a prison my body may be, but my Lord has set my soul free.