Help Me, Jesus. I Know

I Would Take Songs That I'd Loved As A Child And Redo Them In My Mind For The New Voice I Had, The Low Voice.

Creative People Have To Be Fed From The Divine Source. I Have To Get Fed. I Had To Get Filled Up In Order To Pour Out.

I've Never Been Accused Of A Felony. I Never Spent Time Behind Bars Except For A Few Overnight Jail Times Back In The Sixties. [but] I Think There's A Little Bit Of A Criminal In All Of Us. Everybody's Done Something They Don't Want Anybody To Know About.

We Went Down [folsom Prison] And There's A Rodeo At All These Shows That The Prisoners Have There. And In Between The Rodeo Things, They Asked Me To Set Up And Do Two Or Three Songs. So That Was What I Did. I Did "folsom Prison Blues," Which They Thought Was Their Song - You Know? - And "i Walk The Line," "hey Porter," "cry, Cry, Cry." And Then The Word Got Around On The Grapevine That Johnny Cash Is All Right And That You Ought To See Him.

I Did [picking Cotton] From - Until I Was 18 Years Old, That Is. Then I Picked The Guitar, And I've Been Picking It Since.