 People would close doors in your face, but I kept on singing, one day the Lord was going to pay us and open the doors for us. You know how people have done me when I walk the street, and when they close doors in my face and everything like that, I'm singing about myself. See, that's what I was singing about. When do I get paid for the work I've done? I couldn't say it for you done, he done, for me. I'm talking for myself. You know!