Great Artists Suffer For The People.

Little Willie John Is The Soul Singer's Soul Singer.

Mercy, Mercy Me, Things Ain't What They Used To Be.

What About This Overcrowded Land/how Much More Abuse From Man Can She Stand?

I'm Hooked My Friend To The Boy Who Makes Slaves Out Of Men, And Oh Believe Me, Flying High In A Friendly Sky.

If You Escape From People Too Often,, You Wind Up Escaping From Yourself.