When I Was A Baby,

Inside The Walls Of A Prison My Body May Be, But My Lord Has Set My Soul Free.

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!

Jesus Will Not Fail Me, I Shall Not Be Moved.

When I Was 17 - 16, My Father And I Cut Wood All Day Long And I Was Swinging That Crosscut Saw And Hauling Wood.

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.