All Music Comes From God.

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.

Help Me, Jesus. I Know What I Am.

Everything I Have And Everything I Do Is Now Given Completely To Jesus Christ.

That Was The Big Thing When I Was Growing Up, Singing On The Radio. The Extent Of My Dream Was To Sing On The Radio Station In Memphis. Even When I Got Out Of The Air Force In 1954, I Came Right Back To Memphis And Started Knocking On Doors At The Radio Station.

All Music Comes From God.