There'll Be No Smoking In The Gas

I Try To Get Up Every Day.

Looks Like My Baby Dont Live Here No More...thats Alright, Ive Still Got My Guitar..i Might As Well Go Back Over Yonder, Way Back Across The Hills, If My Baby Dont Love Me No More....i Know Her...sister Will

My Goal Is To Be One With The Music. I Just Dedicate My Whole Life To This Art.

Anyway, You Know Good And Well It Would Be Beyond The Will Of God, And The Grace Of The King

You're A Woman, At Least You Taste Like You Are.