I Walk The Line Was My Third

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.

I Am Not A Christian Artist, I Am An Artist Who Is A Christian.

It Makes Me So Mad That Some People Underestimate The Wisdom And Energy Of Young People. All Because They Don't Look The Way Older Folks Think They Should Look. I'm Working On A Song About It. Maybe Some Of Those Closed Minded People Will Realize Long Hair And Tattoos Don't Mean They Should Be Ignored. Close Minded People Are Part Of What's Wrong With This World.

Well, I Take Great Comfort In The Words Of The Apostle Paul Who Said, ‘what I Will To Do, That I Do Not Practice. But What I Hate, That I Do.’ And He Said, ‘it Is No Longer I Who Do It, But The Sin That Dwells Within Me. But Who,’ He Asks, ‘will Deliver Me From This Body Of Death?’ And He Answers For Himself And For Me, ‘through Jesus Christ The Lord.'

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.