Nature Was My Kindergarten.

Setting My Mind On A Musical Instrument Was Like Falling In Love. All The World Seemed Bright And Changed.

My Big Ears Indicated A Talent For Music. This Thrilled Me.

Where The Tennessee River, Like A Silver Snake, Winds Her Way Through The Clay Hills Of Alabama, Sits High On These Hills, My Home Town, Florence.

You've Got To Appreciate The Things That Come From The Art Of The Negro And From The Heart Of The Man Farthest Down.

I Knew The Whistle Of Each Of The River Boats On The Tennessee.