He Hands You A Nickel, He Hands

I'm Inconsistent, Even To Myself.

I Just Wanted A Song To Sing, And There Came A Point Where I Couldn't Sing Anything...nobo Dy Else Was Writing What I Wanted To Sing. I Couldn't Find It Anywhere. If I Could I Probably Would Never Have Started Writing.

In Another Lifetime She Must Have Owned The World, Or Been Faithfully Wed To Some Righteous King Who Wrote Psalms Beside Moonlit Streams.

I Bargained For Salvation And They Gave Me A Lethal Dose.

Technology Is Mechanical And Contrary To The Emotions That Inform A Person's Life. The Country Music Field Has Especially Been Hit Hard By This. All My Songs Have Been Written By People Who Went Out Of Fashion Years Ago. Just Like Da Vinci And Renoir And Van Gogh. Nobody Paints Like That Anymore. But It Can't Be Wrong To Try.