My mama was a rocker way back in fifty-three, buys them old records that they sell on TV.

When you get older, your health becomes important to you, things start breaking down, you've always got a different ache or pain.

God, it's so painful when something that's so close is still so far out of reach.

You were the one who made things different, you were the one who took me in. You were the one thing I could count on, above all, you were my friend.

Buy me a drink, sing me a song; take me as I come, cause I can't stay long.

I never could have dreamed that her heart was so wicked, but I keep coming back because it's so hard to kick it.

Gonna wind it up on my guitar. Gonna make that silver sing.