One Was Texas Medicine, The Other Was

A Million Faces At My Feet But All I See Are Dark Eyes.

Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In St. Paul [minnesota] In 1959 And It Blew My Mind. It Was The First Poetry That Spoke My Own Language.

Yesterday's Just A Memory, Tomorrow Is Never What It's Supposed To Be.

If You Like Someone's Work, The Important Thing Is To Be Exposed To Everything That Person Has Been Exposed To. Anyone Who Wants To Be A Songwriter Should Listen To As Much Folk Music As They Can, Study The Form And Structure Of Stuff That Has Been Around For 100 Years.

I Was Born A Long Way From Where I Belong And I Am On My Way Home.