My Daddy Left Home When I Was

The Beer And The Wurst Were Wonderful, But I Was Dying To Be Back In The South, Where The Livin' Was Easy, Where The Fish Were Jumpin', Where The Cotton Grew High.

When I Record Somebody Else's Song, I Have To Make It My Own Or It Doesn't Feel Right. I'll Say To Myself, I Wrote This And He Doesn't Know It!

The Gospel Of Christ Must Always Be An Open Door With A Welcome Sign For All.

My Mother Told Me To Keep On Singing, And That Kept Me Working Through The Cotton Fields. She Said God Has His Hand On You. You'll Be Singing For The World Someday.

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