Sometimes I Feel Like Nothin,' Somethin' Throwed

With A Guitar I Would Be Able To Express The Things I Felt In Sounds.

I Hate To See The Evening Sun Go Down.

You'll Never Miss The Water 'til The Well Runs Dry.

If My Serenade Of Song And Story Should Serve As A Pillow For Some Composer's Head, As Yet Perhaps Unborn, To Dream And Build On Our Fond Melodies In His Tomorrow, I Have Not Labored In Vain.

Nature Was My Kindergarten.