If I'm Anything, I'm Not A Singer

I Wear The Black For The Poor And The Beaten Down, Livin’ In The Hopeless, Hungry Side Of Town.

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.

A Person Knows When It Just Seems To Feel Right To Them. Listen To Your Heart.

Sam [phillips] Wanted I Walk The Line Up - You Know, Up-tempo. And I Put Paper In The Strings Of My Guitar To Get That (vocalizing) Sound, And With The Bass And The Lead Guitar, There It Was. Bare And Stark, That Song Was When It Was Released. And I Heard It On The Radio And I Really Didn't Like It, And I Called Sam Phillips And Asked Him Please Not To Send Out Any More Records Of That Song.

When My Wife Died, I Booked Myself Into The Studio Just To Work, To Occupy Myself.