Other Arms Reach Out To Me, Other

Sighted People, You Gotta Deal With Them.

There's Such A Thing As Too Much Happiness And Sadness. What I'm After Is Contentment.

If Somebody Don't Like Something That I Do, That's His Or Her Prerogative. Just Like It's Mine.

I Got A Cow That Went Dry And A Hen That Won't Lay, A Big Stack Of Bills That Gets Bigger Each Day.

I Never Considered Myself Part Of Rock 'n' Roll. My Stuff Was More Adult. It Was More Difficult For Teenagers To Relate To; My Stuff Was Filled With More Despair Than Anything You'd Associate With Rock 'n' Roll. Since I Couldn't See People Dancing, I Didn't Write Jitterbugs Or Twists. I Wrote Rhythms That Moved Me. My Style Requires Pure Heart Singing.