I Worked There [on Pontiac]

I Wear The Black For The Poor And The Beaten Down, Livin’ In The Hopeless, Hungry Side Of Town.

I Sang Those Old Gospel Songs For My Mother, And She Said, Is That You? And I Said, Yes, Ma'am. And She Came Over And Put Her Arms Around Me And Said, God's Got His Hands On You.

[my Mother] Made The Money To Send Me.

After About Three Lessons [my] Voice Teacher Said, "don't Take Voice Lessons. Do It Your Way. You're A Song Stylist. Always Do It Your Way."

I Came To Believe In A Power Much Higher Than I