Nature Was My Kindergarten.

The Blues - The Sound Of A Sinner On Revival Day.

You'll Never Miss The Water 'til The Well Runs Dry.

Setting My Mind On A Musical Instrument Was Like Falling In Love. All The World Seemed Bright And Changed.

With A Guitar I Would Be Able To Express The Things I Felt In Sounds.

If My Serenade Of Song And Story Should Serve As A Pillow For Some Composer's Head, As Yet Perhaps Unborn, To Dream And Build On Our Fond Melodies In His Tomorrow, I Have Not Labored In Vain.