Poem by Charlie Daniels on back cover:
As young as this morning
As old as the hills.
Rising, falling, running, crawling. A shout and a whisper,
the black, the white and the blues, the colors of his rainbow,
torrents and mist, corn whisky and champagne, catfish and
caviar, Blue Monday, Black Friday, Sunday School and poolrooms,
Barbeques and banquets.
Pull the bow across the strings — my hat is in my hand.
I Know Where I’m Going
You Left Your Happiness