I Could Wrap Myself In The Warm

My Daddy Left Home When I Was Three And He Didn't Leave Much To Ma And Me, Just This Old Guitar And An Empty Bottle Of Booze.

When I Was 17 - 16, My Father And I Cut Wood All Day Long And I Was Swinging That Crosscut Saw And Hauling Wood.

My Father Was A Man Of Love. He Always Loved Me To Death. He Worked Hard In The Fields, But My Father Never Hit Me. Never. I Don't Ever Remember A Really Cross, Unkind Word From My Father.

When I Was A Baby, My Mama Told Me Son, Always Be A Good Boy, Don't Ever Play With Guns. But I Shot A Man In Reno.

The Battle Against The Dark One And The Clinging To The Right One Is What My Life Is About.