Me and Jesus got our own thing going on. We don't need anybody to tell us what it's all about.
Nobody knows a hit before it's a hit.
Whiskey's to tough, Champagne costs too much, Vodka puts my mouth in gear. I hope this refrain, Will help me explain, As a matter of fact, I like beer.
Is this really Butte, Montana, or just existential blues?
I love winners when they cry, losers when they try.
I was well traveled, and I created this illusion of literacy through reading and writing. I wrote a book of short stories.