However, Neither He Nor Anyone Else Could

It's Like A Novelist Writing Far Out Things. If It Makes A Point And Makes Sense, Then People Like To Read That. But If It's Off In Left Field And Goes Over The Edge, You Lose It. The Same With Musical Talent, I Think.

You Know, The Man's Best Friend Is His Dog... If He's Got Nothing Else.

I Wore Black Because I Liked It. I Still Do, And Wearing It Still Means Something To Me. It's Still My Symbol Of Rebellion -- Against A Stagnant Status Quo, Against Our Hypocritical Houses Of God, Against People Whose Minds Are Closed To Others' Ideas.

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.

Everything I Have And Everything I Do Is Now Given Completely To Jesus Christ.