They were walking up the stairs, toting their own bottles,

The life of a soldier seemed like a climb up a stairway without any stairs, only the wooden supporting spine of preagreed ritual. Step away from that spine and anything might happen -- to you, by you.

You done broke me again! Now I'm walking back to New Orleans.

[Bass didn't know what to think.] I asked him, 'Are you gonna give me a copy of that record?' ... He said, 'Hell no.'

I've got a lot of stairs in my house! I'm on the sixth floor. I should be fit and have a really nice ass, but I don't.

I jumped up and opened the door and smoke was coming up the stairs, ... We couldn't even come out the door. That's how fast the smoke was coming up.