San Quentin, May You Rot

I Kept Talking To My Producers At Columbia About Recording One Of Those [prison] Shows. So We Went Into Folsom On February 11, 1968, And Recorded A Show Live.

The First Time I Knew What I Wanted To Do With My Life Was When I Was About Four Years Old. I Was Listening To An Old Victrola, Playing A Railroad Song...i Thought That Was The Most Wonderful, Amazing Thing...that You Could Take This Piece Of Wax And Music Would Come Out Of That Box. From That Day On, I Wanted To Sing On The Radio.

You've Got A Song You're Singing From Your Gut, You Want That Audience To Feel It In Their Gut. And You've Got To Make Them Think That You're One Of Them Sitting Out There With Them Too. They've Got To Be Able To Relate To What You're Doing.

I'm Not Bitter. Why Should I Be Bitter? I'm Thrilled To Death With Life.

My Father Was A Cotton Farmer First And - But He Didn't Have Any Land Or What Land He Had, He Lost It In The Depression. So He Worked As A Woodman And Cut Pulpwood For The Paper Mills, Rode The Rails In Boxcars Going From One Harvest To Another To Try To Make A Little Money Picking Fruit Or Vegetables.