Some Gal Would Giggle And I'd Get

We'll All Be Equal Under The Grass, And God's Got A Heaven For Country Trash.

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

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.

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.

The Fire And Excitement May Be Gone Now That We Don't Go Out There And Sing Them Anymore, But The Ring Of Fire Still Burns Around You And I, Keeping Our Love Hotter Than A Pepper Sprout.