When You Got Nothing, You

He Did Ten Years In Attica, Reading Nietzsche And Wilhelm Reich.

There's Enough Songs For People To Listen To, If They Want To Listen To Songs. For Every Man, Woman And Child On Earth, They Could Be Sent, Probaby, Each Of Them, A Hundred Records, And Never Be Repeated. There's Enough Songs. Unless Someone's Gonna Come Along With A Pure Heart And Has Something To Say. That's A Different Story.

Truth Is An Arrow And The Gate Is Narrow That It Passes Through.

The Rifleman's Stalking The Sick And The Lame, Preacherman Seeks The Same, Who'll Get There First Is Uncertain.

I Gave Her My Heart But She Wanted My Soul.