My Big Fear Was That My Guitar

He Hands You A Nickel, He Hands You A Dime. He Asks You With A Grin, If You're Having A Good Time.

All That Foreign Oil Controlling American Soil.

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down Before Your Can Call Him A Man? . . . The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

The Best Songs Are The Songs You Write That You Don't Know Anything About. They're An Escape.

Well, It's Hard To Stumble And Land In Some Muddy Lagoon When It's Nine Below Zero And Three O'clock In The Afternoon.