I Was Doing My Best

Into A Dancer You Have Grown From The Seeds Somebody Else Has Sown.

Where The Search For The Truth Is Conducted With A Wink And A Nod And Where Power And Position Are Equated With The Grace Of God These Times Are Famine For The Soul While For The Senses It's A Feast From The Edge Of My Country, As Far As You See, Looking East

Right Around The End Of The Fifties, College Students And Young People In General, Began To Realize That This Music Was Almost Like A History Of Our Country - This Music Contained The Real History Of The People Of This Country.

I Followed Those Highway Signs And I've Run Down Those Thin White Lines.

It's Not Like I'm Looking To Describe Something That's Only True Of My Own Circumstances. It's Beyond. It's Way Inside, You Know. It's Reaching Inside To Something That You Have In Common With Many.