Convicts Are The Best Audience I Ever

Take One Fresh And Tender Kiss Add One Stolen Night Of Bliss One Girl, One Boy, Some Grief, Some Joy Memories Are Made Of This.

It's All Fleeting. As Fame Is Fleeting, So Are All The Trappings Of Fame Fleeting. The Money, The Clothes, The Furniture.

This Business I'm In Is Different. It's Special. The People Around Me Feel Like Brothers And Sisters. We Hardly Know Each Other, But We're That Close; Somehow There's Been An Immediate Bonding Between Total Strangers. We Share Each Other's Triumphs, And When One Of Us Gets Hurt, We All Bleed - It's Corny, I Know, But It's True. I've Never Experienced Anything Like This Before. It's Great. It Turns Up The Heat In Life.

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.

The Master Of Lifes Been Good To Me. He Has Given Me Strength To Face Past Illnesses, And Victory In The Face Of Defeat. He Has Given Me Life And Joy Where Other Saw Oblivion. He Has Given New Purpose To Live For, New Services To Render And Old Wounds To Heal. Life And Love Go On, Let The Music Play.