You Know, The Man's Best Friend Is

My Father Was A Man Of Love. He Always Loved Me To Death. He Worked Hard In The Fields, But My Father Never Hit Me. Never. I Don't Ever Remember A Really Cross, Unkind Word From My Father.

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

So We Raise Her Up Every Morning, We Take Her Down Every Night, We Don't Let Her Touch The Ground And We Fold Her Up Right. On Second Thought, I Do Like To Brag 'cause I'm Mighty Proud Of The Ragged Old Flag.

I'm Very Shy Really. I Spend A Lot Of Time In My Room Alone Reading Or Writing Or Watching Television.

My Contract With Mercury Polygram Nashville Was About To Expire. And I Never Had Really Been Happy. The Company, The Record Company, Just Didn't Put Any Promotion Behind Me. I Think One Album, Maybe The Last One I Did, They Pressed 500 Copies. And I Was Just Disgusted With It. And About That Time That I Got To Feeling That Way, Lou Robin, My Manager, Came To Me And Talked To Me About A Man Called Rick Rubin That He Had Been Talking To That Wanted Me To Sign With His Record Company.