Now That I Know That I've Needed

It's Good To Know Who Hates You And It Is Good To Be Hated By The Right People

My Father Was A Cotton Farmer First And - But He Didn't Have Any Land Or What Land He Had, He Lost It In The Depression. So He Worked As A Woodman And Cut Pulpwood For The Paper Mills, Rode The Rails In Boxcars Going From One Harvest To Another To Try To Make A Little Money Picking Fruit Or Vegetables.

I Could Wrap Myself In The Warm Cocoon Of A Song And Go Anywhere.

I Knew Bob Dylan Was Searching For The Truth And Had Been For Years. And Anyone Who Really Wants The Truth Ends Up At Jesus

I Worked There [on Pontiac] Three Weeks, Got Really Sick Of It, Went Back Home And Joined The Air Force.