Some Get The Gravy, Some Get The

I Didn't Think I Had Much Of A Following In The South. I Thought I Was Anonymous Down There So I Kept To The South. But I Found In Certain Pockets That I Was Quite Recognizable And I Just Hit A Wig Store.

Rolling Stone Hates Me. They Must Have An Editorial Policy To Do Me In For Many Years.

The Hollywood Sirens Are Shrieking, While Down Some Search Lit Alley Runs Some Lost Belief.

Will You Take Me As I Am? Strung Out On Another Man...california, I'm Comin' Home.

I Could Drink A Case Of You.