Maybellene, Why Can't You Be True?

A Song Is A Song. But There Are Some Songs, Ah, Some Songs Are The Greatest. The Beatles Song Yesterday. Listen To The Lyrics.

Actually I'm Writing As Best I Can, In Order To Keep The Momentum And The Career There, But I Want To Live.

The Gateway To Freedom...was Somewhere Close To New Orleans Where Most Africans Were Sorted Through And Sold. I Had Driven Through New Orleans On Tour And I'd Been Told My Great Grandfather Had Lived Way Back Up In The Woods Among The Evergreens In A Log Cabin. I Revived The Era With A Song About A Coloured Boy Named Johnny B. Goode. My First Thought Was To Make His Life Follow As My Own Had Come Along, But I Thought It Would Seem Biased To White Fans To Say 'coloured Boy' And Changed It To 'country Boy'.

I Grew Up Thinking Art Was Pictures Until I Got Into Music And Found I Was An Artist And Didn't Paint.

Rock 'n' Roll Accepted Me And Paid Me, Even Though I Loved The Big Bands I Went That Way Because I Wanted A Home Of My Own. I Had A Family. I Had To Raise Them. Let's Don't Leave Out The Economics. No Way.