I Developed A Pretty Unusual Style, I

There's A Man Going 'round Taking Names / And He Decides Who To Free And Who To Blame / Everybody Won't Be Treated All The Same / There'll Be A Golden Ladder Reaching Down / When The Man Comes Around.

Get Rhythm When You Get The Blues.

My Father Was A Cotton Farmer First And - But He Didn't Have Any Land Or What Land He Had, He Lost It In The Depression. So He Worked As A Woodman And Cut Pulpwood For The Paper Mills, Rode The Rails In Boxcars Going From One Harvest To Another To Try To Make A Little Money Picking Fruit Or Vegetables.

I Learn From My Mistakes. It’s A Very Painful Way To Learn, But Without Pain, The Old Saying Is, There’s No Gain.

It's Like A Novelist Writing Far Out Things. If It Makes A Point And Makes Sense, Then People Like To Read That. But If It's Off In Left Field And Goes Over The Edge, You Lose It. The Same With Musical Talent, I Think.