I've Stopped Apologizing To Myself For Having

There's Not A Lot Of Towns That I Can Go To And Take Family - Too Many Incongruous Knocks On Doors - "hello, Honey. Have You Missed Me?"

You Know, People Can't Fall In Love With Me Just Because I'm Good At What I Do.

There's Nothing Worse Than A Bunch Of Jaded Old Farts, And That's A Fact.

Old Men Do It Better. We're Not So Sensitive In Certain Areas.

Now And Again There Will Be The Occasional Joke About Owing Someone Two Dollars From The Days In '63 When I Was A Broke Blues Singer With A Washboard, But It's Good. I'm Happy.