Heaven Is Laying In My Sweet Baby's

Honesty Is Something You Can't Wear Out.

When You're Down In Texas, Bob Wills Is Still The King.

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.

One Thing Is That I Wasn't Getting Booked That Well, And They Had Control Over Who Got The Awards, They Had Control Over Who Sold. And They Really Did Not Want Willie Or Me, Either One, To “have A Hit Record. They Wanted The Money, But They Didn't Want Us To Be The Ones.

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