When I Was Arrested I Was Dressed

San Quentin, May You Rot And Burn In Hell. May Your Walls Fall And May I Live To Tell.

When I Was A Baby, My Mama Told Me Son, Always Be A Good Boy, Don't Ever Play With Guns. But I Shot A Man In Reno.

My Father Was A Man Of Love. He Always Loved Me To Death. He Worked Hard In The Fields, But My Father Never Hit Me. Never. I Don't Ever Remember A Really Cross, Unkind Word From My Father.

It's All Fleeting. As Fame Is Fleeting, So Are All The Trappings Of Fame Fleeting. The Money, The Clothes, The Furniture.

I Start A Lot More Songs Than I Finish, Because I Realize When I Get Into Them, They're No Good. I Don't Throw Them Away, I Just Put Them Away, Store Them, Get Them Out Of Sight.