“Well I was born a rambler friends, and I intend to die that way. It could be twenty years from now it could be most any day. But if there ain't no whiskey and wimen lord behind those heavenly doors, I'm gonna take my chances down below and of that you can be sure.”
“The sky is full of silver and gold./ Try to hide the sun./ It can't be done./ Least not for long.”
“come on mama, let's rent us a boatsail down that gibraltar moatshed a tear every time we pass tangier”