I Say I'm Not A Singer, So

I Wear The Black For The Poor And The Beaten Down, Livin’ In The Hopeless, Hungry Side Of Town.

Well, I Take Great Comfort In The Words Of The Apostle Paul Who Said, ‘what I Will To Do, That I Do Not Practice. But What I Hate, That I Do.’ And He Said, ‘it Is No Longer I Who Do It, But The Sin That Dwells Within Me. But Who,’ He Asks, ‘will Deliver Me From This Body Of Death?’ And He Answers For Himself And For Me, ‘through Jesus Christ The Lord.'

When I Get An Idea For A Song It Would Gel In My Mind For Weeks Or Months, And Then One Day Just Like That, Ill Write It.

This Business I'm In Is Different. It's Special. The People Around Me Feel Like Brothers And Sisters. We Hardly Know Each Other, But We're That Close; Somehow There's Been An Immediate Bonding Between Total Strangers. We Share Each Other's Triumphs, And When One Of Us Gets Hurt, We All Bleed - It's Corny, I Know, But It's True. I've Never Experienced Anything Like This Before. It's Great. It Turns Up The Heat In Life.

My Daddy Left Home When I Was Three And He Didn't Leave Much To Ma And Me, Just This Old Guitar And An Empty Bottle Of Booze.