I Developed A Pretty Unusual Style, I

Get Rhythm When You Get The Blues.

Everything I Have And Everything I Do Is Now Given Completely To Jesus Christ.

I Wear The Black For The Poor And The Beaten Down, Livin’ In The Hopeless, Hungry Side Of Town.

I Say I'm Not A Singer, So That Means I Can't Sing. But - Doesn't It?

When I'm Gone I'll Be Remembered As The Workin' Man Who Put His Point Across With A Right Hand Full Of Knuckles.