God Gives Us Life And Takes Us

My Father Was A Man Of Love. He Always Loved Me To Death. He Worked Hard In The Fields, But My Father Never Hit Me. Never. I Don't Ever Remember A Really Cross, Unkind Word From My Father.

Life Is The Question And Life Is The Answer, And God Is The Reason And Love Is The Way.

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.

I Kept Talking To My Producers At Columbia About Recording One Of Those [prison] Shows. So We Went Into Folsom On February 11, 1968, And Recorded A Show Live.

Call Him Drunken Ira Hayes, He Won't Answer Any More. Not The Whiskey Drinking Indian, Nor The Marine That Went To War.