My Big Ears Indicated A

With A Guitar I Would Be Able To Express The Things I Felt In Sounds.

Where The Tennessee River, Like A Silver Snake, Winds Her Way Through The Clay Hills Of Alabama, Sits High On These Hills, My Home Town, Florence.

You'll Never Miss The Water 'til The Well Runs Dry.

Nature Was My Kindergarten.

Sometimes I Feel Like Nothin,' Somethin' Throwed Away, Somethin' Throwed Away. And Then I Get My Guitar, Play The Blues All Day.