Life And Love Go On, Let The

I Sang Those Old Gospel Songs For My Mother, And She Said, Is That You? And I Said, Yes, Ma'am. And She Came Over And Put Her Arms Around Me And Said, God's Got His Hands On You.

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

I Haven't Been Familiar With Hard Work. It Was No Problem For Me. But First I Hitchhiked To Pontiac, Mich. And Got A Job Working In Fisher Body Making Those 1951 Pontiacs.

After About Three Lessons [my] Voice Teacher Said, "don't Take Voice Lessons. Do It Your Way. You're A Song Stylist. Always Do It Your Way."

Backstage At The Grand Ole Opry, I Got On My Knees And Told Her That I Was Going To Marry Her Some Day. We Were Both Married To Someone Else At The Time. ‘ring Of Fire’—june And Merle Kilgore Wrote That Song For Me-that’s The Way Our Love Affair Was. We Fell Madly In Love And We Worked Together All The Time, Toured Together All The Time, And When The Tour Was Over We Both Had To Go Home To Other People. It Hurt.