A Noble Truth Is A Sacred Creed.

Old New York City Is A Friendly Old Town From Washington Heights To Harlem On Down There's A-mighty Many People All Millin' All Around They'll Kick You When You're Up And Knock You When You're Down It's Hard Times In The City Livin' Down In New York Town

I Was Lingering Out On The Pavement. There Was A Missing Person Inside Of Myself And I Needed To Find Him . . . I Felt Done For, An Empty Burned-out Wreck . . . Wherever I Am, I'm A '60s Troubadour, A Folk-rock Relic, A Wordsmith From Bygone Days, A Fictitious Head Of State From A Place Nobody Knows.

Well, The Moral Of The Story, The Moral Of This Song, Is Simply That One Should Never Be Where One Does Not Belong. So When You See Your Neighbor Carryin' Somethin', Help Him With His Load, And Don't Go Mistaking Paradise For That Home Across The Road.

Chaos Is A Friend Of Mine.

Folk Songs Are Evasive-the Truth About Life, And Life Is More Or Less A Lie, But Then Again That's Exactly The Way We Want It To Be. We Wouldn't Be Comfortable With It Any Other Way. A Folk Song Has Over A Thousand Faces And You Must Meet Them All If You Want To Play This Stuff. A Folk Song Might Vary In Meaning And It Might Not Appear The Same From One Moment To The Next. It Depends On Who's Playing And Who's Listening.