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I Started To Write The Song. And I Was In Gladewater, Texas, One Night With Carl Perkins And I Said, I've Got A Good Idea For A Song. And I Sang Him The First Verse That I Had Written, And I Said It's Called "because You're Mine." And He Said, "i Walk The Line" Is A Better Title, So I Changed It To "i Walk The Line."

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.

He Was Removed From Jail And Placed In A Place For The Insensitive And Insane.

That Was The Big Thing When I Was Growing Up, Singing On The Radio. The Extent Of My Dream Was To Sing On The Radio Station In Memphis. Even When I Got Out Of The Air Force In 1954, I Came Right Back To Memphis And Started Knocking On Doors At The Radio Station.

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.