I may be crazy, but it keeps me from going insane.

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

Did ole Hank really do it this way?

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?

The only two things in life that make it worth livin' / Is guitars that tune good and firm feelin' women

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

I ain't got no reverse. I've learned, a little later in life, it works out pretty good to have one every once in a while.