Throughout History The Leaders Of The Countries

I Get Up Each Morning, Gather My Wits, Pick Up The Paper And Read The Obits. If I'm Not There, I Know I'm Not Dead, So I Eat A Good Breakfast And Go Back To Bed.

Some May Find Them Merely Diverting Melodies. Others May Find Them Incitements To Red Revolution. And Who Will Say If Either Or Both Is Wrong? Not I.

I Was About 16 Years Old Years When My Father Took Me To A Square Dance Festival In North Carolina. For The First Time In My Life, I Found There Was Music In My Country That You Never Heard On The Radio, And You Didn't Hear On The Juke Boxes, And In Theaters. I Fell In Love With It, Especially The Long-necked Banjos.

I Keep Reminding People That An Editorial In Rhyme Is Not A Song. A Good Song Makes You Laugh, It Makes You Cry, It Makes You Think.

I Love My Country Very Dearly, And I Greatly Resent The Implication That Some Of The Places I Have Sung And Some Of The People That I Have Known, And Some Of My Opinions, Whether They Are Religious Or Philosophical, Or I Might Be A Vegetarian, Make Me Any Less Of An American.