In the state of Mississippi, Many Years Ago, a boy of 14 years got a taste of Southern law.

Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why. But demonstrations are a drag, besides we're much too high.

Love is a rainbow curving down from the sky, falling crystals of color, shades of warm that never die.

When they show the destruction of society on color TV, I want to be able to look out over Los Angeles and make sure they get it right.

Show me the prison, Show me the jail, Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there, but for fortune, go you or I.

Step outside the guidelines of the official umpires and make your own rules and your own reality.

God isn't dead - he's just missing in action.