I Got This Grave Yard Woman.

The Ghosts Race Towards The Light, You Can Almost Hear The Heavy Breathing Spirits, All Determined To Get Somewhere. New Orleans, Unlike A Lot Of Places You Go Back To And That Don't Have The Magic Anymore, Still Has Got It. Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. You Can't See It, But You Know It's Here. Somebody's Always Sinking.

I Love Country Music But What Happened To It?

I Make My Stand And Remain As I Am, And Bid Farewell And Not Give A Damn.

I'm Speaking For All Of Us. I'm The Spokesman For A Generation.

Don't Ask Me Nothing About Nothing, I Just Might Tell You The Truth