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

I've always felt that blues, rock 'n' roll and country are just about a beat apart.

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

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?

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

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

Lately I've heard rumors that the eagle may be lame. Just because I've been idle, don't mean that I'm tame.