The Times They Are A-changing.

There's Enough Songs For People To Listen To, If They Want To Listen To Songs. For Every Man, Woman And Child On Earth, They Could Be Sent, Probaby, Each Of Them, A Hundred Records, And Never Be Repeated. There's Enough Songs. Unless Someone's Gonna Come Along With A Pure Heart And Has Something To Say. That's A Different Story.

I Have Always Believed That Fame Is A Curse. I Never Envied One Of The Famous People I've Known.

He Swift Don't Win The Race. It Goes To The Worthy, Who Can Divide The Word Of Truth.

Through The Mad Mystic Hammering Of The Wild Ripping Hail The Sky Cracked Its Poems In Naked Wonder

The Woman I Love She Got A Prize Fighter Nose, Cauliflower Ears And A Run In Her Hose.