Why me, Lord? What have I ever done to deserve even one of the blessings I've known? Why me, Lord? What did I ever do that was worth love from you and the kindness you've shown? Lord, help me, Jesus, I've wasted it so. Help me, Jesus. I know what I am. Now that I know that I've needed you so, help me, Jesus. My soul's in your hand.

Life is - the way God has given it to me was just a platter - a golden platter of life laid out there for me. It's been beautiful.

A song stylist is, like, to take an old folk song like "Delia's Gone" and do a modern white man's version of it.

[My mother] made the money to send me.

I wear the black for those who never read.

My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields, but my father never hit me. Never. I don't ever remember a really cross, unkind word from my father.

Burn my Flag and I will shoot you........but I'll shoot you with a lot of love, like a good American