Could It Be The Girls And Boys

God Ain't No Stained Glass Window, Cause He Never Keeps His Window Closed.

He Went Up To Heaven, Located His Dog. Not Only That, But He Rejoined His Arm.

By The Time I Actually Recorded Bitter Tears I Carried A Heavy Load Of Sadness And Outrage; I Felt Every Word Of Those Songs... I Expected There To Be Trouble With That Album, And There Was.... When It Was Released, Many Radio Stations Wouldn't Play It.... The Very Idea Of Unconventional Or Even Original Ideas Ending Up On "country" Radio In The Late 1990s Is Absurd.

My Arms Are Too Short To Box With God.

The Hardest Thing For Me In Vietnam Wasn't Seeing The Wounded And Dead. It Was Watching The Big Transport Jets Come In, Bringing Loads Of Fresh New Boys For The War.