I Worked There [on Pontiac] Three Weeks,

Call Him Drunken Ira Hayes, He Won't Answer Any More. Not The Whiskey Drinking Indian, Nor The Marine That Went To War.

I Took The Easy Way, And To An Extent I Regret That. Still, Though, The Way We Did It Was Honest. We Played It And Sang It The Way We Felt It, And There's A Lot To Be Said For That.

When You Sing, You Pray Twice.

My Mother Was Determined That I Was Going To Leave The Farm And Do Well In Life. And She Thought With The Gift, I Might Be Able To Do That. So She Took In Washing. She Got A Washing Machine In 1942 As Soon As We Got Electricity And She Took In Washing. She Washed The Schoolteacher's Clothes And Anybody She Could And Sent Me For Singing Lessons For $3 Per Lesson.

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.