“There’s room in the world for one historical folk-rock singer to make a decent living, and I happen to be it.”

You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre, contemplating a crime. She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running like a watercolor in the rain.

Looking so cool, his greed is hard to conceal, he’s fresh out of law school.

most of the rest of it is about image or the beat or the sound, or else it’s a tribal thing.

She doesn’t give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.

Whoever you pretend to be, you must face yourself eventually.

Nothing that’s forced can ever be right, if it doesn’t come naturally, leave it.

Look to the past and remember no empire rises that sooner or later won’t fall.

And all the songs I ever sung each one of them untied me And all the girls I ever loved have left themselves inside me.

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress, running like a water color in the rain.

On a morning from a Bogart movie, in a country where they turn back time.

Do you remember the church across the sands? You stood outside and planned to travel the lands, where the pilgrims go.

The evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming.

We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we’ve come.

Movie queens diffuse into Cinema haze, while libertines read pornozines in street cafes.

Of all the girls I ever knew some loved and some denied me And all the words I ever said have been no use to hide me.

Don’t bother asking for explanations, she’ll just tell you that she came in the year of the cat.

The hard-working folks across this country deserve an economy that supports them.

When ignorant folks want to advertise their ignorance, you don’t really have to do anything, you just let them talk.

Folks – I know this is a stressful time. I want to remind you to breathe and keep the faith. We’ll come out on the other side.

I love folk music of any tradition.

More than anything else, I want the folks back at home to think right of me.

Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be.

I had decided that I would not go anywhere with a piece of paper in my hand asking white folks for any favors. I had made that decision myself, as an individual.

What some folks call impossible is just stuff they haven’t seen before.