Who Am I Helping, What Am I

I'm Just Glad To Be Feeling Better. I Really Thought I'd Be Seeing Elvis Soon.

Some Of The Old Folk Singers Used To Phrase Things In An Interesting Way, And Then, I Got My Style From Seeing A Lot Of Outdoor-type Poets, Who Would Recite Their Poetry. When You Don't Have A Guitar, You Recite Things Differently, And There Used To Be Quite A Few Poets In The Jazz Clubs, Who Would Recite With A Different Type Of Attitude.

How Can The Life Of Such A Man Be In The Palm Of Some Fools Hand?

On The Stone That Remains Carved Next To His Name, His Epitaph Plain, Only A Pawn In Their Game.

The Hollow Horn Plays Wasted Words, Proves To Warn That He Not Busy Being Born Is Busy Dying.