I Don't Know Karate, But I Know

Take Those Kids And Raise Them Up, Teach Them How To Drink Out Of A Righteous Cup.

It Doesn't Matter How You Travel It, It's The Same Road. It Doesn't Get Any Easier When You Get Bigger, It Gets Harder. And It Will Kill You If You Let It.

Papa Didn't Cuss, He Didn't Raise A Whole Lot Of Fuss. But When We Did Wrong, Papa Beat The Hell Out Of Us.

My Music Wasn't Written By Mozart, Beethoven, Bach Or Schubert. It's Written By God And Me. They Go "a One And A Two And Up." We Start On The Downbeat. Bam! And That's Where We Got Them.

Thank God For The Journey.