Love Is A Burning Thing

Love Is A Burning Thing And It Makes A Firey Ring.

My Father Was A Cotton Farmer First And - But He Didn't Have Any Land Or What Land He Had, He Lost It In The Depression. So He Worked As A Woodman And Cut Pulpwood For The Paper Mills, Rode The Rails In Boxcars Going From One Harvest To Another To Try To Make A Little Money Picking Fruit Or Vegetables.

Could It Be The Girls And Boys Are Trying To Be Heard Above Your Noise?

I Developed A Pretty Unusual Style, I Think.

I Expect My Life To End Pretty Soon. You Know, I'm 71 Years Old. I Have Great Faith, Though. I Have Unshakable Faith.