I Never Had A Chance To Play

And When You're Poor, You Grow Up Fast.

I Can Only Sing Songs My Way. I Don't Know Any Other Way.

I Can't Stand To Sing The Same Song The Same Way Two Nights In Succession. If You Can, Then It Ain't Music, It's Close Order Drill, Or Exercise Or Yodeling Or Something, Not Music.

You Can't Copy Anybody And End With Anything. If You Copy, It Means You're Working Without Any Real Feeling.

The Only Reason They're Out There Is To See Me Fall Into The Damn Orchestra Pit.