I Admit I'm A Fool For You,

They're Powerful, Those Songs. At Times They've Been My Only Way Back, The Only Door Out Of The Dark, Bad Places The Black Dog Calls Home.

The Beer And The Wurst Were Wonderful, But I Was Dying To Be Back In The South, Where The Livin' Was Easy, Where The Fish Were Jumpin', Where The Cotton Grew High.

My Mother Told Me To Keep On Singing, And That Kept Me Working Through The Cotton Fields. She Said God Has His Hand On You. You'll Be Singing For The World Someday.

I Had An Empathy For Prisoners And Did Concerts For Them Back When I Thought That It Would Make A Difference - You Know? - That They Really Were There To Be Rehabilitated.

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