Tonight I just need my guitar.

Life was just a tire swing. 'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing. Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken, And I never knew a thing about pain. Life was just a tire swing.

Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo. But it's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie, how it got here I haven't a clue.

If we couldn't laugh, we would all going to go insane.

Shells sink, dreams float. Life's good on our boat.

Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred years to late. Cannons don't thunder, there's nothing to plunder, I'm an over forty victim of fate.

This morning I shot six holes in my freezer. I think I've got cabin fever.