Inside The Walls Of A Prison My

I Knew Bob Dylan Was Searching For The Truth And Had Been For Years. And Anyone Who Really Wants The Truth Ends Up At Jesus

I Did [picking Cotton] From - Until I Was 18 Years Old, That Is. Then I Picked The Guitar, And I've Been Picking It Since.

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.

My Daddy Left Home When I Was Three And He Didn't Leave Much To Ma And Me, Just This Old Guitar And An Empty Bottle Of Booze.

We'll All Be Equal Under The Grass, And God's Got A Heaven For Country Trash.