But Buddy Was An Upper. He Was

The Men Who Could Not Fight, In A War That Didn't Seem Right. You Let Them Come Home, America.

One Thing Is That I Wasn't Getting Booked That Well, And They Had Control Over Who Got The Awards, They Had Control Over Who Sold. And They Really Did Not Want Willie Or Me, Either One, To “have A Hit Record. They Wanted The Money, But They Didn't Want Us To Be The Ones.

Besides That, I Felt Guilty. I Thought For Some Reason... I Was Alive, And Buddy And Those Boys Were Dead, And I Didn't Know How, But Somehow I'd Caused It.

Take Your Tongue Out Of My Mouth, I'm Kissing You Good-bye.

There's Always One More Way To Do Things And That's Your Way, And You Have A Right To Try It At Least Once.