My Arms Are Too Short To Box

When I Finally Stopped [singing], He Had Been Saying, Like, The Last Day Or So, He'd Been Saying, Now, I Think We Should Put This One In The Album. So Without Him Saying I Want To Record You And Release An Album, He Kept - He Started Saying, Let's Put This One In The Album. So The Album, This Big Question, You Know, Began To Take Form, Take Shape. And Rick [rubin] And I Would Weed Out The Songs.

That Was The Big Thing When I Was Growing Up, Singing On The Radio. The Extent Of My Dream Was To Sing On The Radio Station In Memphis. Even When I Got Out Of The Air Force In 1954, I Came Right Back To Memphis And Started Knocking On Doors At The Radio Station.

The Beer And The Wurst Were Wonderful, But I Was Dying To Be Back In The South, Where The Livin' Was Easy, Where The Fish Were Jumpin', Where The Cotton Grew High.

Sam Phillips Asked Me To Go Write A Love Song, Or Maybe A Bitter Weeper. So I Wrote A Song Called, "cry Cry Cry," Went Back In And Recorded That For The Other Side Of The Record.

Rick Rubin Came To My Concert In Orange County, Calif. I Believe This Was, Like, '83 When He First Came And Listened To The Show. And Then Afterwards, I Went In The Dressing Room And Sat And Talked To Him.