Sam Phillips Asked Me To Go Write

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

There's A Man Going 'round Taking Names / And He Decides Who To Free And Who To Blame / Everybody Won't Be Treated All The Same / There'll Be A Golden Ladder Reaching Down / When The Man Comes Around.

My Father Was A Cotton Farmer First And - But He Didn't Have Any Land Or What Land He Had, He Lost It In The Depression. So He Worked As A Woodman And Cut Pulpwood For The Paper Mills, Rode The Rails In Boxcars Going From One Harvest To Another To Try To Make A Little Money Picking Fruit Or Vegetables.

God Gives Us Life And Takes Us Away As He Sees Fit.

The Hardest Thing For Me In Vietnam Wasn't Seeing The Wounded And Dead. It Was Watching The Big Transport Jets Come In, Bringing Loads Of Fresh New Boys For The War.