If We All Could Sound Like We

The Only Problem Was I Needed To Use My Own Group, And Things Didn't Happen Until I Did. It Wasn't A Real Country Sound, What I Did. I've Listened To It, And I Think It Was More A West Coast Rock Thing, You Know? But It Fit. It Was Country, But It Was My Own Interpretation Of Country.

Heaven Is Laying In My Sweet Baby's Arms, Hell Is When My Baby's Not Here.

Besides That, I Felt Guilty. I Thought For Some Reason... I Was Alive, And Buddy And Those Boys Were Dead, And I Didn't Know How, But Somehow I'd Caused It.

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.

Listening To His Songs She Heard Nothing But Bad News, Still She Made Her Mind Up To Try To Get Him Win Or Lose.