After reading hundreds of e-mails, I have made MY decision. By pulling my opening Oct 3rd, You (ESPN) stepped on the Toes of The First Amendment Freedom of Speech, so therefore Me, My Song, and All My Rowdy Friends are OUT OF HERE. It's been a great run.

It's all over but the crying.

Some high society lady said is your horse outside? No ma'am, he's between my legs, but your too fat to ride.

I got girls that can cook, I got girls that can clean, I got girls that'll do anything between.

I had a good friend in New York City.

Some were beggars, some were kings, and some were masters of the arts. But in their shame they're all the same, these men with broken hearts.

We make our own whiskey and our own smoke, too. Ain't too many things these ole boys can't do.