“It's the same with men as with horses and dogs, nothing wants to die.”

“Now its raining its pouringthe old man is snoringnow I lay me down to sleepI hear the sirens in the streetall my dreams are made of chromeI have no way to get back homeI’d rather die before I wakelike Marilyn Monroeand throw my dreams out inthe street and therain make ‘em grow”

“and the earth died screaming, while I lay dreaming...”

“The higher that the monkey can climb, the more he shows his tail.Call no man happy till he dies, there's no milk at the bottom of the pail.God builds a church and the devil builds a chapel, like the thistles that are growing 'round the trunk of a tree.All the good in the world you could put inside a thimble, and still have room for you and me.If there's one thing you can say about mankind, there's nothing kind about man.You can drive out nature with a pitchfork, but it always coming roaring back again.Misery's the river of the world, misery's the river of the world.Everybody row, everybody row;misery's the river of the world.”

“slept all night in the cedar grove,i was born to ramble, born to rove,some men are searchin' for the holy grail,but there ain't nothin' sweeterthan ridin' the rails”

“Well you say that it's gospel,But I know that it's only church.”

“when your down on your luck and you've lost all your dreams theres nothing like a campfire and a can of beans”