He Was Removed From Jail And Placed

When I Hear That Whistle Blowing, I Hang My Head And Cry.

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.

Gospel Music Was The Thing That Inspired Me As A Child Growing Up On A Cotton Farm, Where Work Was Drudgery And It Was So Hard That When I Was In The Field I Sang All The Time. Usually Gospel Songs Because They Lifted Me Up Above That Black Dirt.

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

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!