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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'm Old And Crazy, But I Still Give A Damn. And I Still Think The Boys Got Screwed Over In Vietnam.

Now, I Was On Drugs, And That Didn't Help A Whole Lot. He Hated That. That Was Part Of Where Chet And I Had Problems, So I Take Complete Blame For That.

Heroes Put To The Test, Keeping A Promise, Doing Their Best.

But Buddy Was An Upper. He Was Happy. He Loved Music, And He Was Really Happy. I Don't Know... I Don't Believe In Reincarnation At All, But If All That Stuff Is True, Then He Might Have Been On His Last Time Around.