When I Think About Country Music, I

I Recently Found Myself Going Through A Period Of Uncertainty About My Future As A Performer, My Status As A Personality, The Believability Of My Christian Witness And The Knowledge Of God's Will In My Life. I Felt A Force Bigger Than Myself Saying, 'lay Back. Take It Easy. Study Hard. Read Your Bible. Think, Write And Keep Your Mouth Shut For Awhile.'

I Would Take Songs That I'd Loved As A Child And Redo Them In My Mind For The New Voice I Had, The Low Voice.

He Drank His First Strong Liquor Then To Calm His Shaking Hand, And Tried To Tell Himself At Last He Had Become A Man.

San Quentin, May You Rot And Burn In Hell. May Your Walls Fall And May I Live To Tell.

I Did [picking Cotton] From - Until I Was 18 Years Old, That Is. Then I Picked The Guitar, And I've Been Picking It Since.