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My Way Of Communicating With God As A Boy (and Often Even Now) Was Through The Lyrics Of A Song. . . . So I Didn't Have The Problem Some People Do Who Say, "i Don't Know How To Pray." I Used The Songs To Communicate With God. . . . To Me, Songs Were The Telephone To Heaven, And I Tied Up The Line Quite A Bit.

There's No Way Around Grief And Loss: You Can Dodge All You Want, But Sooner Or Later You Just Have To Go Into It, Through It, And, Hopefully, Come Out The Other Side. The World You Find There Will Never Be The Same As The World You Left.

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.

However, Neither He Nor Anyone Else Could Have Become The Star Elvis Was. Ain't Nobody Like Elvis. Never Was.

My Daddy Left Home When I Was Three And He Didn't Leave Much To Ma And Me, Just This Old Guitar And An Empty Bottle Of Booze.