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When I Record Somebody Else's Song, I Have To Make It My Own Or It Doesn't Feel Right. I'll Say To Myself, I Wrote This And He Doesn't Know It!

The Fire And Excitement May Be Gone Now That We Don't Go Out There And Sing Them Anymore, But The Ring Of Fire Still Burns Around You And I, Keeping Our Love Hotter Than A Pepper Sprout.

Call Him Drunken Ira Hayes, He Won't Answer Any More. Not The Whiskey Drinking Indian, Nor The Marine That Went To War.

You've Got A Song You're Singing From Your Gut, You Want That Audience To Feel It In Their Gut. And You've Got To Make Them Think That You're One Of Them Sitting Out There With Them Too. They've Got To Be Able To Relate To What You're Doing.

The Beer And The Wurst Were Wonderful, But I Was Dying To Be Back In The South, Where The Livin' Was Easy, Where The Fish Were Jumpin', Where The Cotton Grew High.