The Wino And I Know The Pain

I've Done A Bit Of Smuggling, I've Run My Share Of Grass. I Made Enough Money To Buy Miami, But I Piss It Away So Fast.

Nobody Else Cares About You At The Beginning Of Your Career Except You-and, Of Course, Your Mother. Your Mother Is There Because That Is What Mothers Do.

Bryl-cream, A Little Dab Will Do You.

Places I've Lived Since Then Had To Have Some Kind Of Uniqueness And Character About Them. And Logically Key West, And Then Down Island. So, All Of That Stuff Sort Of Had It's Roots In New Orleans And Went Crazy.

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus. It's That Kind Of Morning.