Country music isn't a guitar, it isn't a banjo, it isn't a melody, it isn't a lyric. It's a feeling.

There's always one more way to do things and that's your way, and you have a right to try it at least once.

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

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.

Each tomorrow will depend on the love you give today.

Those neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights, keeps a-haunting me in memories. There is one in every crowd, for crying out loud, why was is always turning out to be me?

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