I was demonstrating to some people how easy it was to make up and sing folk ballads. I sang two songs, making up the words as I went along. The words made sense and my voice was quite beautiful. When I started on the third one, I began hitting my knees like drums with my hands. I thought how it would be nice to have an African drum to accompany me.

The third song was about a man named Willie who worked "deep, down" in a coal mine. He could never get ahead. He had "a wife and six children" which he had to support. I sang, "The world is a cruel and terrible place. It will take all your money, then spit in your face."  

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