Music Is An Important Part Of Our

The Gateway To Freedom...was Somewhere Close To New Orleans Where Most Africans Were Sorted Through And Sold. I Had Driven Through New Orleans On Tour And I'd Been Told My Great Grandfather Had Lived Way Back Up In The Woods Among The Evergreens In A Log Cabin. I Revived The Era With A Song About A Coloured Boy Named Johnny B. Goode. My First Thought Was To Make His Life Follow As My Own Had Come Along, But I Thought It Would Seem Biased To White Fans To Say 'coloured Boy' And Changed It To 'country Boy'.

Could You Imagine The Way I Felt, I Couldn't Unfasten Her Safety Belt. All The Way Home I Held A Grudge, For The Safety Belt That Wouldn't Budge.

It Used To Be Called Boogie-woogie, It Used To Be Called Blues, Used To Be Called Rhythm And Blues...it's Called Rock Now.

Actually I'm Writing As Best I Can, In Order To Keep The Momentum And The Career There, But I Want To Live.

All Were Artists, Playing Foolish, Having Fights And Making Love As If The Rest Of The World Had No Racial Problems Whatsoever.