Never Look For A Worm In The

The Depression Brought Everybody Down A Peg Or Two. And The Negroes Had But Few Pegs To Fall.

Wear It Like A Banner For The Proud? Not Like A Shroud.

Hard As I Try, Daddy-o, I Really Do Not Like Concert Singers. They Are Always Singing In Some Foreign Language.

While Over Alabama Earth These Words Are Gently Spoken: Serve And Hate Will Die Unborn. Love And Chains Are Broken.

I’s Been Livin’ A Long Time In Yesterday, Sandy Chile, An’ I Knows There Ain’t No Room In De World Fo’ Nothin’ Mo’n Love. I Know, Chile! Ever’thing There Is But Lovin’ Leaves A Rust On Yo’ Soul. An’ To Love Sho ‘nough, You Got To Have A Spot In Yo’ Heart Fo’ Ever’body – Great An’ Small, White An’ Black, An’ Them What’s Good An’ Them What’s Evil – ‘cause Love Ain’t Got No Crowded-out Places Where De Good Ones Stay An’ De Bad Ones Can’t Come In. When It Gets That Way, Then It Ain’t Love.