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They Say That No One's Gonna Play This On The Radio. They Said The Melancholy Blues Were Dead And Gone. But Only Songs Like These Played In Minor Keys, Keep Those Memories Holding On.

I May Be An Antique Like The Stones, But Antiques Are Valuable.

I Started Just Concentrating On Songwriting When I Was Abut 20; I'd Been In Rock Bands Six Or Seven Years, Kinda Got That Out Of My System, I Said, "ok, You Ain't Gonna Be A Rock Star, You Don't Look Like A Rock Star, It Probably Ain't Gonna Happen. So What You Should Do Is Write Songs And Maybe Other People Will Do Your Songs."

Hey Lord, Would Ya Look Out For Her Tonight, And Make Sure That All Her Dreams Are Sweet? Said Now, Would Ya Guide Her On The Roads, And Make Them Softer For Her Feet? Hey Lord, Would Ya Look Out For Her Tonight, And Make Sure That She's Gonna Be Alright, Until She's Home And Here With Me.

My Friends And I Are Crazy. That's The Only Thing That Keeps Us Sane!