Stop Your Ears And Close Your Eyes

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 Came To Believe In A Power Much Higher Than I

I Had A Song Called "folsom Prison Blues" That Was A Hit Just Before "i Walk The Line." And The People In Texas Heard About It At The State Prison And Got To Writing Me Letters Asking Me To Come Down There. So I Responded And Then The Warden Called Me And Asked If I Would Come Down And Do A Show For The Prisoners In Texas.

San Quentin, May You Rot And Burn In Hell. May Your Walls Fall And May I Live To Tell.

The More I Learn, The More Excited I Get.