Lately I've Heard Rumors That The Eagle

I Say, Lord, Do Right Be Me, I'm Tired Of Being Lonesome, On'ry, And Mean.

You Know, I Feel Sorry For The Young Artists.

If We All Could Sound Like We Wanted To, We'd All Sound Like George Jones.

He Gave Us All A Mind To Think With And To Know What's Right Or Wrong, He Is That Inner Spirit That Keeps Us Strong.

Those Neon Light Nights, Couldn't Stay Out Of Fights, Keeps A-haunting Me In Memories. There Is One In Every Crowd, For Crying Out Loud, Why Was Is Always Turning Out To Be Me?