I Think I See Her, Please Let

Rock Is My Child And My Grandfather.

The Gateway To Freedom...was Somewhere Close To New Orleans Where Most Africans Were Sorted Through And Sold. I Had Driven Through New Orleans On Tour And I'd Been Told My Great Grandfather Had Lived Way Back Up In The Woods Among The Evergreens In A Log Cabin. I Revived The Era With A Song About A Coloured Boy Named Johnny B. Goode. My First Thought Was To Make His Life Follow As My Own Had Come Along, But I Thought It Would Seem Biased To White Fans To Say 'coloured Boy' And Changed It To 'country Boy'.

Don't Bother Me, Leave Me Alone. Anyway, I'm Almost Grown.

There Have Been So Many Empires, Kings Are Kinda Going Out Of Style.

Actually I'm Writing As Best I Can, In Order To Keep The Momentum And The Career There, But I Want To Live.