I'm What You Call A Depression Sailor.

I Got A Job Immediately After Leaving High School; I Was Lucky - Three Dollars A Week And All I Could Eat, Working On A Vegetable Truck.

I'm What You Call A Depression Sailor.

Writers Used To Make Such Wonderful Pictures Without All That Swearing, All That Cursing. And Now It Seems That You Can't Say Three Words Without Cursing. And I Don't Think That's Right.

I Think You Have To Keep Going. Otherwise, You Know These Fellas That Say, "boy I Can't Wait To Retire. Boy, I'm Going To Be 65 Years Old, And I'm Retiring And I'm Quitting And That's It." Well, Two Weeks Later They're Saying To Themselves, "what The Hell Am I Gonna Do?" And First Thing You Know They Find Themselves In A Wheelchair Or In A Rocking Chair Going Back And Forth, Back And Forth, And That's The End Of It. And Suddenly You're Dead.

This Is The Kind Of Upbringing We Had Instead Of Sitting In Front Of A Damn Television Set All Day Long And Never Answering To Anybody Else Unless Somebody Spoke Up From A Television Set. It's An Altogether Different Way Of Living Today That You Wonder How It Really Affects The Family? I Know How It Affects The Family Because I Have My Own Son Who Has His Children And Also My Daughter. It's One Of Those Things. Everybody Eats In Their Own Way And Off They Go. You Know? It's Not Family Oriented Anymore."