My Love For You Will Still Be

If Dirt Were Dollars, I Wouldn't Have To Worry Anymore.

Playing The Drums Hurts My Back.

Nobody On The Road. Nobody On The Beach. I Feel It In The Air, The Summer's Out Of Reach.

I Don't Mind Doing Two Or Three Eagles Songs And Playing The Drums. I'm Not One Of Those Artists Who's Going To Sit Here And Deny The Past.

No Shame, No Solution, No Remorse, No Retribution, Just People Selling T-shirts.