He Gave Us All A Mind To

The Hank Williams Syndrome: Come To Nashville, Write Some Good Songs, Cut Some Hit Records, Make Money, Take All The Drugs You Can And Drink All You Can, Become A Wild Man And All Of A Sudden Die.

I Sat At A Bar Having A Beer Trying To Hold Down The Stool.

Is Your Head Up Your Ass So Far That You Can't Pull It Out?

You Know, I Feel Sorry For The Young Artists.

I Ain't Got No Reverse. I've Learned, A Little Later In Life, It Works Out Pretty Good To Have One Every Once In A While.