I Wear The Black For The Poor

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.

My Way Of Communicating With God As A Boy (and Often Even Now) Was Through The Lyrics Of A Song. . . . So I Didn't Have The Problem Some People Do Who Say, "i Don't Know How To Pray." I Used The Songs To Communicate With God. . . . To Me, Songs Were The Telephone To Heaven, And I Tied Up The Line Quite A Bit.

We Went Down [folsom Prison] And There's A Rodeo At All These Shows That The Prisoners Have There. And In Between The Rodeo Things, They Asked Me To Set Up And Do Two Or Three Songs. So That Was What I Did. I Did "folsom Prison Blues," Which They Thought Was Their Song - You Know? - And "i Walk The Line," "hey Porter," "cry, Cry, Cry." And Then The Word Got Around On The Grapevine That Johnny Cash Is All Right And That You Ought To See Him.

Rick Rubin Said, Well, I Don't Know That We Will Sell Records. He Said, I Would Like You To Go With Me And Sit In My Living Room With A Guitar And Two Microphones And Just Sing To Your Heart's Content Everything You Ever Wanted To Record. I Said, That Sounds Good To Me. So I Did That. And Day After Day, Three Weeks, I Sang For Him.

He Drank His First Strong Liquor Then To Calm His Shaking Hand, And Tried To Tell Himself At Last He Had Become A Man.