I Probably Wouldn't Even Be Here Now

When I Grew Up There Wasn't Air-conditioning Or Anything Of That Nature, And This Old Car Had A Wall Thickness Of About Ten Inches. So We Had A Little Warmer House In The Winter And A Little Cooler In The Summer.

There's Two Or Three Kids Out There Trying To Make Good Music, And The Rest Of Them Sound Like It's Been Strained Through Some Kind Of White Toast Or Something. It All Sounds Just Too Neat And Perfect, With No Surprise To It At All. No Story, No Nothing. It's Like Building Cars, Like An Assembly Line. It Doesn't Sound Like Anything That Came From A Guitar.

I'm Proud To Be An Oakie From Muskogee, A Place Where Even Squares Can Have A Ball. We Still Wave Old Glory Down At The Courthouse And White Lightning's Still The Biggest Thrill Of All.

Staring At The World Through The Bottom Of A Glass, All I See Is A Man Who's Fading Fast.

No, It's Not Love, But It's Not Bad.