I sat at a bar having a beer trying to hold down the stool.

The only problem was I needed to use my own group, and things didn't happen until I did. It wasn't a real country sound, what I did. I've listened to it, and I think it was more a west coast rock thing, you know? But it fit. It was country, but it was my own interpretation of country.

Heaven is laying in my sweet baby's arms, hell is when my baby's not here.

This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

Cuz I was never pretty anyway and never cared anything about that.

I was king of the mountain for a long time, well, I don't want that no more. I like to perform every once in a while for people who want to see me, and cut albums of music that is what I'm really about.

I'm just a man, no more or no less. Bad as the worst, good as the best.