Finally, My Manager Negotiated A Deal Where

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.

Finally, My Manager Negotiated A Deal Where I Got To Produce My Own Records.

The Men Who Could Not Fight, In A War That Didn't Seem Right. You Let Them Come Home, America.

If I Could Only Fly, You See, A Lot Of My Problems Would Be Gone. When You Think Of Just How Much I'd Save On Shoes Alone.

Hitting The Bottle Again, Ever Than I've Drunker Been. Or Is It Drunker Than I've Ever Been?