[my Mother] Made The Money To Send

When I Get An Idea For A Song It Would Gel In My Mind For Weeks Or Months, And Then One Day Just Like That, Ill Write It.

I Kept Talking To My Producers At Columbia About Recording One Of Those [prison] Shows. So We Went Into Folsom On February 11, 1968, And Recorded A Show Live.

Stop Your Ears And Close Your Eyes And Try To Find The Face Of Love.

Being Rich Means You Get To Worry About Everything Except Money.

Gospel Music Is So Ingrained Into My Bones. I Can't Do A Concert Without Singing A Gospel Song. It's What I Was Raised On.