You Know, The Man's Best Friend Is

We'll All Be Equal Under The Grass, And God's Got A Heaven For Country Trash.

By The Time I Actually Recorded Bitter Tears I Carried A Heavy Load Of Sadness And Outrage; I Felt Every Word Of Those Songs... I Expected There To Be Trouble With That Album, And There Was.... When It Was Released, Many Radio Stations Wouldn't Play It.... The Very Idea Of Unconventional Or Even Original Ideas Ending Up On "country" Radio In The Late 1990s Is Absurd.

Stop Your Ears And Close Your Eyes And Try To Find The Face Of Love.

They're Powerful, Those Songs. At Times They've Been My Only Way Back, The Only Door Out Of The Dark, Bad Places The Black Dog Calls Home.

It's All Fleeting. As Fame Is Fleeting, So Are All The Trappings Of Fame Fleeting. The Money, The Clothes, The Furniture.