My daddy, he was somewhere between God and John Wayne.

Somewhere between raising hell and amazing grace, Lord I know just how they feel.

Why don't we all just get a long-neck?

Hell, Justin and I even talking about recording a blues song sometime.

Old Hank would be proud, and Elvis would too, cause we like our country mixed with some big city blues.

Killed by a man with a switch blade knife, for 43 dollars my friend lost his life.

I get whiskey bent and hell bound.