In The State Of Mississippi, Many Years

And I Won't Be Laughing At The Lies When I'm Goneand I Can't Question How Or When Or Why When I'm Gonecan't Live Proud Enough To Die When I'm Goneso I Guess I'll Have To Do It While I'm Here.

I Wonder Who I Left Behind On The Other Side Of Fame.

You Can Do Right Or You Can Do What You Are Told. And The Prize Of The Victory Will Belong To The Bold.

The Glory That Was Lincoln's Never Died When He Was Slain.

The Painter Paints His Brushes Black, Through The Canvas Runs A Crack, Portrait Of The Pain Never Answers Back...