After 14 months of military service, I had a wife, a child, half an apartment, no car, and no job.

People pay attention to lyrics, and the race matter was delicate.

My brothers and sisters all sang, too, and they all have good voices.

No one church has all the answers or the perfect map to the Promised Land, and I prefer to work out my own faith and my own convictions in the seclusion of my own mind.

I don't care what the religion is called; as far as I'm concerned, one God, the God I adhere to, is in charge of all of them.

No one had ever told me that whites were supposed to sing one kind of music and blacks another - I sang what I liked in the only voice I had.

There only have been two people on this earth that I was nervous around: Chet Atkins and Mickey Mantle. It's because of the respect I have for them.