Death and hell are never full, and neither are men's eyes.

I'm thankful for the sea breeze that feels so good right now, and the scent of jasmine when the sun starts going down.

Sam Phillips asked me to go write a love song, or maybe a bitter weeper. So I wrote a song called, "Cry Cry Cry," went back in and recorded that for the other side of the record.

When I record somebody else's song, I have to make it my own or it doesn't feel right. I'll say to myself, I wrote this and he doesn't know it!

Beneath the stains of time the feeling disappears, you are someone else I am still right here.

San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell. May your walls fall and may I live to tell.

It just took the right time. I was fully confident that I was going to see Sam Phillips and to record for him that when I called him, I thought, I'm going to get on Sun Records. So I called him and he turned me down flat. Then two weeks later, I got turned down again. He told me over the phone that he couldn't sell gospel music so - as it was independent, not a lot of money.