Convicts Are The Best Audience I Ever

You Know, The Man's Best Friend Is His Dog... If He's Got Nothing Else.

Gospel Music Is So Ingrained Into My Bones. I Can't Do A Concert Without Singing A Gospel Song. It's What I Was Raised On.

He Drank His First Strong Liquor Then To Calm His Shaking Hand, And Tried To Tell Himself At Last He Had Become A Man.

Why Me, Lord? What Have I Ever Done To Deserve Even One Of The Blessings I've Known? Why Me, Lord? What Did I Ever Do That Was Worth Love From You And The Kindness You've Shown? Lord, Help Me, Jesus, I've Wasted It So. Help Me, Jesus. I Know What I Am. Now That I Know That I've Needed You So, Help Me, Jesus. My Soul's In Your Hand.

For You I Know I'd Even Try To Turn The Tide.