Back Seat Drivers Don’t Know The Feel

My Songs Were Influenced Not So Much By Poetry On The Page But By Poetry Being Recited By The Poets Who Recited Poems With Jazz Bands.

Well, My Daddy, He Didn't Leave Me Much, You Know He Was A Very Simple Man, But What He Did Tell Me Was This, He Did Say, Son, He Said, He Say, You Know It's Possible To Become So Defiled In This World That Your Own Father And Mother Will Abandon You And If That Happens, God Will Always Believe In Your Ability To Mend Your Ways.

Obscenity, Who Really Cares. Propaganda, All Is Phony.

Oh, The Inmates And The Prisoners I Found They Were My Kind And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind But The Jails They Were Too Crowded Institutions Overflowed So They Turned Me Loose To Walk Upon Life's Hurried Tangled Road

And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain Gonna Fall.