Of Travel I've Had My Share, Man,

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.

Beneath The Stains Of Time The Feeling Disappears, You Are Someone Else I Am Still Right Here.

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!

When I Was 17 - 16, My Father And I Cut Wood All Day Long And I Was Swinging That Crosscut Saw And Hauling Wood.

God Ain't No Stained Glass Window, Cause He Never Keeps His Window Closed.