I Want My Music To Leave An

Third Box Car, Midnight Train, Destination Bangor, Maine. Old Worn Out Suit And Shoes, I Don't Pay No Union Dues.

I Want My Music To Leave An Indelible Mark.

My Uncle Used To Love Me, But She Died.

Wow. Imagine What God Could Have Done If He'd Had Money.

The Human Mind Is A Wonderful Thing, It Starts Working From Before You're Born And Doesn't Stop Till You Sit Down To Write A Song.