I Died In My Boots

Remember That When You Say "i Will Have Non Of This Exile And This Stranger For His Face Is Not Like My Face And His Speech Is Strange," You Have Denied America With That Word.

Basically When I'm Walking I'm Not Consciously Writing Or Intending Anything. In The Manner I Have Learned From Meditation Practice, I Let Things Unfold.

Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee.

When Daniel Boone Goes By At Night The Phantom Deer Arise And All Lost, Wild America Is Burning In Their Eyes.

Oh, Georgia Booze Is Mighty Fine Booze, The Best Yuh Ever Poured Yuh, But It Eats The Soles Right Offen Yore Shoes, For Hell's Broke Loose In Georgia.