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

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

Ladies love outlaws, like babies love stray dogs. Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold, outlaws touch ladies somewhere deep down in their soul.

The only problem was I needed to use my own group, and things didn't happen until I did. It wasn't a real country sound, what I did. I've listened to it, and I think it was more a west coast rock thing, you know? But it fit. It was country, but it was my own interpretation of country.

You know, I feel sorry for the young artists.

I'm old and crazy, but I still give a damn. And I still think the boys got screwed over in Vietnam.

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