In 1960, When I Came Out Of

It's A Long Way From Graceland Across Jordan To The Promised Land, But Jesus Finally Came To Lead Him Home.

I'm Proud To Be An Oakie From Muskogee, A Place Where Even Squares Can Have A Ball. We Still Wave Old Glory Down At The Courthouse And White Lightning's Still The Biggest Thrill Of All.

There's Two Or Three Kids Out There Trying To Make Good Music, And The Rest Of Them Sound Like It's Been Strained Through Some Kind Of White Toast Or Something. It All Sounds Just Too Neat And Perfect, With No Surprise To It At All. No Story, No Nothing. It's Like Building Cars, Like An Assembly Line. It Doesn't Sound Like Anything That Came From A Guitar.

The Only Thing That I Miss Lately In All Music Is Somebody That Will Put Out A Melody That You Can Whistle. It Doesn't Seem Like There's Anything Happening Like That.

When You Get To Readin' About Where The Music And John Steinbeck And All Those People Like That Come From, The Further You Go The More Interesting It Becomes.