I May Be Crazy, But It Keeps

Heaven Is Laying In My Sweet Baby's Arms, Hell Is When My Baby's Not Here.

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.

This World That I Live In Is Empty And Cold/the Loneliness Cuts Me And Tortures My Soul.

He Gave Us All A Mind To Think With And To Know What's Right Or Wrong, He Is That Inner Spirit That Keeps Us Strong.

I Sat At A Bar Having A Beer Trying To Hold Down The Stool.