One Thing That You Cant Fake Is

When I Think About The Songs I Might Record, I Ask Myself, 'can I Picture Anybody I Know Back Home Sitting In Their Truck Cranking This Up?'

Then Sink To Your Nose In A Bubble Bath.

I Like California But I'm Dyed-in-the-wool Oklahoma. I See A Deer In L.a., And Everybody's Standing Around It Taking Pictures. Back Home, That's The Enemy!

If I Had To Choose My Best Day Ever, My Finest Hour, My Wildest Dream Come True, Mine Would Be You.

Some Beach, Somewhere. There's A Big Umbrella Casting Shade Over An Empty Chair. Palm Trees Are Growin' And A Warm Breeze A Blowing. I Picture Myself Right There, On Some Beach, Somewhere.