Keep A Good Head And Always Carry

Folk Music Is A Bunch Of Fat People.

I'm The Oldest Son Of A Crazy Man, I'm In A Cowboy Band.

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.

She Knows There's No Success Like Failure, And That Failure's No Success At All.

I Just Wanted A Song To Sing, And There Came A Point Where I Couldn't Sing Anything...nobo Dy Else Was Writing What I Wanted To Sing. I Couldn't Find It Anywhere. If I Could I Probably Would Never Have Started Writing.