They're Drinkin' Home Brew From A Wooden

This Is My 1963 Ford. It Was The Only Car I Could A-ford.

The Gateway To Freedom...was Somewhere Close To New Orleans Where Most Africans Were Sorted Through And Sold. I Had Driven Through New Orleans On Tour And I'd Been Told My Great Grandfather Had Lived Way Back Up In The Woods Among The Evergreens In A Log Cabin. I Revived The Era With A Song About A Coloured Boy Named Johnny B. Goode. My First Thought Was To Make His Life Follow As My Own Had Come Along, But I Thought It Would Seem Biased To White Fans To Say 'coloured Boy' And Changed It To 'country Boy'.

I Have So Many Entities Now As Grow Older You Gain Responsibilities, You Know, Real Estate, And I Like Video, And You Know I Want To Live A Little You Know, Because Time Is Passing, Its Not As Long As It Has Been.

My Music Is Simple Stuff. Anybody Can Sit Down, Look At A Set Of Symbols And Produce Sounds The Music Represents.

Don't Bother Me, Leave Me Alone. Anyway, I'm Almost Grown.