There's always one more way to do something-- your way.

I say, Lord, do right be me, I'm tired of being lonesome, on'ry, and mean.

Was an American archetype, the bad guy with the big heart.

Heroes put to the test, keeping a promise, doing their best.

I can't walk, so I can't go home. No need to talk, cause I'm all alone. If I stay here they're gonna lock me in, hitting the bottle again.

Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love.

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