Don't Let The Same Dog Bite You

I'm A Millionaire, But I Cut The Grass. And Each Time I Cut It, It's My Grass. And That Is Satisfying.

The Gateway To Freedom...was Somewhere Close To New Orleans Where Most Africans Were Sorted Through And Sold. I Had Driven Through New Orleans On Tour And I'd Been Told My Great Grandfather Had Lived Way Back Up In The Woods Among The Evergreens In A Log Cabin. I Revived The Era With A Song About A Coloured Boy Named Johnny B. Goode. My First Thought Was To Make His Life Follow As My Own Had Come Along, But I Thought It Would Seem Biased To White Fans To Say 'coloured Boy' And Changed It To 'country Boy'.

Actually I'm Writing As Best I Can, In Order To Keep The Momentum And The Career There, But I Want To Live.

I Grew Up Thinking Art Was Pictures Until I Got Into Music And Found I Was An Artist And Didn't Paint.

I Think I See Her, Please Let Me Off This Bus. Nadine, Honey, Is That You?