I Wear The Black For The Poor

My Mother Told Me To Keep On Singing, And That Kept Me Working Through The Cotton Fields. She Said God Has His Hand On You. You'll Be Singing For The World Someday.

Some Gal Would Giggle And I'd Get Red, And Some Guy'd Laugh And I'd Bust His Head. I Tell Ya, Life Ain't Easy For A Boy Named Sue.

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

I Had An Empathy For Prisoners And Did Concerts For Them Back When I Thought That It Would Make A Difference - You Know? - That They Really Were There To Be Rehabilitated.

Life Is The Question And Life Is The Answer, And God Is The Reason And Love Is The Way.