We Are The People Our Parents Warned

I Can Only Say The First Thing That Pops Into My Mind Is I Remember, Years Ago, Seeing Kind Of A Has-been Country Singer Working - When I First Moved To Nashville - In A Bar In A Holiday Inn.

Some Make The World Go Round; Others Watch It Turn.

Drive-in, You Guzzle Gin, Commit A Little Mortal Sin.

There's A Strange Sense Of Pleasure Being Beat To Hell By A Storm When You're On A Ship That Is Not Going To Sink.

Mother Mother Ocean, I Have Heard Your Call.