I ain’t sayin’ I’m like Jesus… But I got tired like Him, an’ I got mixed up like Him, an’ I went into the wilderness like Him, without campin’ stuff. Nighttime I’d lay on my back an’ look up at the stars; morning I’d see an’ watch the sun come up; midday I’d look out from a hill at the rollin’ dry country; evenin’ I’d foller the sun down. Sometimes, I’d pray like I always done. On’y I couldn’t figure what I was prayin’ to or for. There was the hills, an’ there was me, an’ we wasn’t separate no more. We was one thing. An’ that one thing was holy. – Jim Casy