When You're Down In Texas, Bob Wills

This World That I Live In Is Empty And Cold/the Loneliness Cuts Me And Tortures My Soul.

I Sat At A Bar Having A Beer Trying To Hold Down The Stool.

Is Your Head Up Your Ass So Far That You Can't Pull It Out?

One Thing Is That I Wasn't Getting Booked That Well, And They Had Control Over Who Got The Awards, They Had Control Over Who Sold. And They Really Did Not Want Willie Or Me, Either One, To “have A Hit Record. They Wanted The Money, But They Didn't Want Us To Be The Ones.

But Ya Know What, I Am A Part Of Something That Happened. I'm A Part Of The Music That Happened. My Voice Is One More Instrument, Is What It Is. So That's The Way I Feel About People Who “play On Sessions.