The Hank Williams Syndrome: Come to Nashville, write some good songs, cut some hit records, make money, take all the drugs you can and drink all you can, become a wild man and all of a sudden die.

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

Don't you be so nice to me; I fall in love so easily.

I never have any problem getting enthusiastic with a good song and a good band.

Each tomorrow will depend on the love you give today.

Hitting the bottle again, ever than I've drunker been. Or is it drunker than I've ever been?

When I look at you girl, I see a true work of art. So many beautiful things coming in one little heart.