Saving Was Slow And Painful.

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.

I Think America Concedes That True American Music Has Sprung From The Negro.

Saving Was Slow And Painful.

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

In The South Of Long Ago Whenever A New Man Appeared For Work In Any Of The Laborers Gangs, He Would Be Asked If He Could Sing. If He Could He Got The Job. The Singing Of These Working Men Set The Rhythm For The Work.