The Songs Are My Lexicon. I Believe

People Do Whatever They Want To Do, Y'know.

I Love Country Music But What Happened To It?

Then Take Me Disappearin' Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time, Far Past The Frozen Leaves, The Haunted, Frightened Trees, Out To The Windy Beach, Far From The Twisted Reach Of Crazy Sorrow. Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands, With All Memory And Fate Driven Deep Beneath The Waves, Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow.

You've Got A Lotta Nerve To Say You Are My Friend. When I Was Down You Just Stood There A Grinin

Never Make It Perfect.