I May Be Crazy, But It Keeps

The Hank Williams Syndrome: Come To Nashville, Write Some Good Songs, Cut Some Hit Records, Make Money, Take All The Drugs You Can And Drink All You Can, Become A Wild Man And All Of A Sudden Die.

One Thing Is That I Wasn't Getting Booked That Well, And They Had Control Over Who Got The Awards, They Had Control Over Who Sold. And They Really Did Not Want Willie Or Me, Either One, To “have A Hit Record. They Wanted The Money, But They Didn't Want Us To Be The Ones.

We Did An Album One Time Called White Mansions, About The Civil War, But It Was Written By A Guy From England. His Looking At It From Over There And It Not Being A Part Of His History Made It So He Could Be Objective.

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?

Nobody Knows I'm Elvis, Nobody Knows This Is Me. After All Of My Tries, I've Got The Perfect Disguise.