A House Without Love Ain't A Home.

In 1960, When I Came Out Of Prison As An Ex-convict, I Had More Freedom Under Parolee Supervision Than There's Available... In America Right Now.

We Don't Smoke Marijuana In Muskogee, We Don't Take Trips On Lsd. We Don't Burn Our Draft Cards Down On Main Street, We Like Living Right And Free.

It Makes My Wife Mad, You Know, She Wants Me To Stay Home All The Time. But Its What I've Done All My Life And I Think When I Quit Doing It I'll Probably Go Away Pretty Quick.

I Had Some Surgery On My Feet, Which Has Helped My Back Some.

There's Two Or Three Kids Out There Trying To Make Good Music, And The Rest Of Them Sound Like It's Been Strained Through Some Kind Of White Toast Or Something. It All Sounds Just Too Neat And Perfect, With No Surprise To It At All. No Story, No Nothing. It's Like Building Cars, Like An Assembly Line. It Doesn't Sound Like Anything That Came From A Guitar.