Could It Be The Girls And Boys

I Haven't Been Familiar With Hard Work. It Was No Problem For Me. But First I Hitchhiked To Pontiac, Mich. And Got A Job Working In Fisher Body Making Those 1951 Pontiacs.

The Things That Have Always Been Important: To Be A Good Man, To Try To Live My Life The Way God Would Have Me, To Turn It Over To Him That His Will Might Be Worked In My Life, To Do My Work Without Looking Back, To Give It All I've Got, And To Take Pride In My Work As An Honest Performer.

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.

Deep In The Heart Of The Infinite Darkness, A Tiny Blue Marble Is Spinning Through Space. Born In The Splendor Of God's Holy Vision, And Sliding Away Like A Tear Down His Face.

Sam Phillips Asked Me To Go Write A Love Song, Or Maybe A Bitter Weeper. So I Wrote A Song Called, "cry Cry Cry," Went Back In And Recorded That For The Other Side Of The Record.