I could have killed her when we first met and I've been out of jail by now.

What bothers me most is that I don't bother you.

Nobody knows I'm Elvis, nobody knows this is me. After all of my tries, I've got the perfect disguise.

Got my Allman Brothers cassettes stacked up on the dash, got some Jack back in the trunk and a tank full of gas.

Now, I was on drugs, and that didn't help a whole lot. He hated that. That was part of where Chet and I had problems, so I take complete blame for that.

They got me for possession of something that was long, long gone.

I didn't aim at anything except good music.