The media is always taking about people who are privileged.
I myself was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth, far from it.
Born in 1953 in a small Alabama town I learned what it was to work hard.
My father would get up every morning at 3 am and drive a milk truck, he would pick up milk from the dairies.
He would finish his route around 9 am then it was off to the fields to produce food for our family. My mother would get up at the same time to make him breakfast then she would go to work at a shirt factory and sew all day long. It was not easy but I learned the all important work ethic from my beloved parents.
I was taught from an early age that the road to success had to be paved with hard, diligent work.
When I got off the school bus in the afternoon it was off to the fields where I would help my Daddy mend fences, feed livestock or plow the garden with the mule.
In my song "Spring of '63" I tried my best to illustrate the simple country life that we lead and how important it was to pass this ethic of God, Family and Country down to future generations. The grandson I talk about in this song went on to become a doctor and like me he was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
My family had no money but we had something better and that was love.
I guess you could say we were privileged.
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