With An Iron-clad Fist, I Wake Up

Passion, Not Pedigree, Will Win In The End.

I Don't Work Well Outside The Lines; My Report Card Once Read, "doesn't Play Well With Others."

When Johnny Cash Died, ... I Picked Up My Guitar And Got The Idea That Bob Dylan Was The Last Man Standing, The Last Of The Real Gods. It Was For Dylan, Cash, Lennon, Elvis That's What I Was Thinking.

In Our Town, The Most Popular Way Out Was Joining The Service. So My Three Best Friends Joined The Navy To Get Out. I Didn't.

I Walk These Streets, A Loaded Six String On My Back I Play For Keeps, 'cause I Might Not Make It Back; I Been Everywhere, And I'm Standing Tall I've Seen A Million Faces An I've Rocked Them All.