[my Mother] Called [my Voice] The Gift.

We Went Down [folsom Prison] And There's A Rodeo At All These Shows That The Prisoners Have There. And In Between The Rodeo Things, They Asked Me To Set Up And Do Two Or Three Songs. So That Was What I Did. I Did "folsom Prison Blues," Which They Thought Was Their Song - You Know? - And "i Walk The Line," "hey Porter," "cry, Cry, Cry." And Then The Word Got Around On The Grapevine That Johnny Cash Is All Right And That You Ought To See Him.

If I'm Anything, I'm Not A Singer But I'm A Song Stylist.

The Ones That You're Calling Wild Are Going To Be The Leaders In A Little While.

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

So I Simply Don't Buy The Concept Of "generation X" As The "lost Generation." I See Too Many Good Kids Out There, Kids Who Are Ready And Willing To Do The Right Thing, Just As Jack Was. Their Distractions Are Greater, Though. There's No More Simple Life With Simple Choices For The Young.