Hell, Justin and I even talking about recording a blues song sometime.
It's all over but the crying.
We say grace and we say ma'am. If you ain't in to that, we don't give a damn.
You're singing a song about making love to your drummer, well gay guitar pickers don't turn me on.
My daddy, he was somewhere between God and John Wayne.
They let dangerous men out of prison now, yes sir, I'm afraid it's so. Cause they're over crowded and it was only his fifth offense.