If I'm Anything, I'm Not A Singer

Backstage At The Grand Ole Opry, I Got On My Knees And Told Her That I Was Going To Marry Her Some Day. We Were Both Married To Someone Else At The Time. ‘ring Of Fire’—june And Merle Kilgore Wrote That Song For Me-that’s The Way Our Love Affair Was. We Fell Madly In Love And We Worked Together All The Time, Toured Together All The Time, And When The Tour Was Over We Both Had To Go Home To Other People. It Hurt.

I Wear The Black For The Poor And The Beaten Down, Livin’ In The Hopeless, Hungry Side Of Town.

I Just Hope And Pray I Can Die With My Boots On.

So We Raise Her Up Every Morning, We Take Her Down Every Night, We Don't Let Her Touch The Ground And We Fold Her Up Right. On Second Thought, I Do Like To Brag 'cause I'm Mighty Proud Of The Ragged Old Flag.

God's The Final Judge For Elvis Presley And Johnny Cash Too. That's Solely In The Hands Of God.