In The Quest To Be Clever, I

I Believe That My Life's Gonna See The Love I Give Returned To Me.

You Know I Used To Be The Back Porch Poet With My Book Of Lines, Always Hoping Knowing All The Time, I'm Probably Never Gonna Find The Perfect Rhyme. . .for Heavier Things

Stop Falling In Love With Everything That Lets You Down, Even If Your Hands Are Shaking And Your Faith Is Broken, Even As The Eyes Are Closing, Do It With A Heart Wide Open. Say What You Need To Say.

When You're Dreaming With A Broken Heart, The Waking Up Is The Hardest Part. You Roll Outta Bed And Down On Your Knees And For A Moment You Can Hardly Breathe.

Maybe Someday You Can Accuse Somebody Of Being A Poseur By Selling Out And Playing Blues Music, But That's Just Not Going To Happen In My Lifetime.