Eleven On A Scale Of Ten, Honey,

Got Seven Women On My Mind. Four That Want To Own Me, Two That Want To Stone Me, And One Says She's A Friend Of Mine.

Looking Out At The Road Rushing Under My Wheels. Looking Back At The Years Gone By Like So Many Summer Fields.

Say A Prayer For The Pretender, Who Started Out So Young And Strong Only To Surrender.

Eleven On A Scale Of Ten, Honey, Let Me Introduce You To My Redneck Friend.

It Was A Great Time To Be Born, Because I Got To Have My Own Publishing Company Right From The Beginning, So I Made More Money Than Somebody Would Have Doing What I Did Ten Or Fifteen Years Before.