Because You're Mine, I Walk The Line.

If I'm Anything, I'm Not A Singer But I'm A Song Stylist.

My Father Was A Cotton Farmer First And - But He Didn't Have Any Land Or What Land He Had, He Lost It In The Depression. So He Worked As A Woodman And Cut Pulpwood For The Paper Mills, Rode The Rails In Boxcars Going From One Harvest To Another To Try To Make A Little Money Picking Fruit Or Vegetables.

Could It Be The Girls And Boys Are Trying To Be Heard Above Your Noise?

Everybody Was Wearing Rhinestones, All Those Sparkly Clothes, And Cowboy Boots. I Decided To Wear A Black Shirt And Pants And See If I Could Get By With It. I Did And I've Worn Black Clothes Ever Since.

The Fire And Excitement May Be Gone Now That We Don't Go Out There And Sing Them Anymore, But The Ring Of Fire Still Burns Around You And I, Keeping Our Love Hotter Than A Pepper Sprout.