- "Well, we were just another band out of Boston, On the road and tryin' to make ends meet. Playin' all the bars, sleepin' in our cars, And we practiced right on out in the street."
- "Seven years of hard luck, comin’ down on me. From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville, Tennessee, I worked in every joint you can name, mister, every honkytonk. Along come Mr Yankee Slicker, sayin’ maybe you’re what I want."
- "Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can't be trusted. And Mitchy wants to go to the sea. Cass can't make it, she says we'll have to fake it. We knew she'd come eventually."
- "We made it down to New York with everything intact, But as for getting back - it was Boo who made the joke, They don't give you any hope but they'll give you plenty of rope. And Dan came in from Jersey, he went to get the drums and if Buddy ever comes, we can get it off the ground."
- "And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene. He's got a daytime job, he's doing alright. He can play honky tonk just like anything, Saving it up for Friday night."
- "Migrant Worker is the name of this band. When we come to your town, come see us if you can. Well, we been to California, we been to New York. Some think we’re good, others they don’t. Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don’t know."
- "I was born in poverty, but when I was about nineteen, I wrote a song called Kiss Me and soon it was payday."
(Some of these aren't strictly autobiographical. Some aren't autobiographical at all.)
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