God Ain't No Stained Glass Window, Cause

Beneath The Stains Of Time The Feeling Disappears, You Are Someone Else I Am Still Right Here.

It's Like A Novelist Writing Far Out Things. If It Makes A Point And Makes Sense, Then People Like To Read That. But If It's Off In Left Field And Goes Over The Edge, You Lose It. The Same With Musical Talent, I Think.

The Ones That You're Calling Wild Are Going To Be The Leaders In A Little While.

The More I Learn, The More Excited I Get.

We'll All Be Equal Under The Grass, And God's Got A Heaven For Country Trash.