If I'm Anything, I'm Not A Singer

The Requests Started Coming In From Other Prisoners All Over The United States. And Then The Word Got Around. So I Always Wanted To Record That, You Know, To Record A Show Because Of The Reaction I Got. It Was Far And Above Anything I Had Ever Had In My Life, The Complete Explosion Of Noise And Reaction That They Gave Me With Every Song. So Then I Came Back The Next Year And Played The Prison Again, The New Year's Day Show, Came Back Again A Third Year And Did The Show.

Come On Boys, You Must Listen Unto Me, Lay Off The Whiskey And Let That Cocaine Be.

I Love Bob Dylan, I Really Do. I Love His Early Work, I Love The First Time He Plugged In Electrically, I Love His Christian Albums, I Love His Other Albums.

Why Me, Lord? What Have I Ever Done To Deserve Even One Of The Blessings I've Known? Why Me, Lord? What Did I Ever Do That Was Worth Love From You And The Kindness You've Shown? Lord, Help Me, Jesus, I've Wasted It So. Help Me, Jesus. I Know What I Am. Now That I Know That I've Needed You So, Help Me, Jesus. My Soul's In Your Hand.

I Met Sam Phillips When He Came In [studio] And I Said, I'm John Cash. I'm The One Who's Been Calling. And If You'd Listen To Me, I Believe You'll Be Glad You Did. And He Said, Come On In. That Was A Good Lesson For Me, You Know, To Believe In Myself.