All Music Comes From God.

My Father Was A Cotton Farmer First And - But He Didn't Have Any Land Or What Land He Had, He Lost It In The Depression. So He Worked As A Woodman And Cut Pulpwood For The Paper Mills, Rode The Rails In Boxcars Going From One Harvest To Another To Try To Make A Little Money Picking Fruit Or Vegetables.

I'm Thrilled To Death With Life.

Deep In The Heart Of The Infinite Darkness, A Tiny Blue Marble Is Spinning Through Space. Born In The Splendor Of God's Holy Vision, And Sliding Away Like A Tear Down His Face.

People Call Me Wild. Not Really Though, I'm Not.i Guess I've Never Been Normal, Not What You Call Establishment. I'm Country.

I Love The Freedoms We Got In This Country, I Appreciate Your Freedom To Burn Your Flag If You Want To, But I Really Appreciate My Right To Bear Arms So I Can Shoot You If You Try To Burn Mine.