With Only One Thing In Common, They

Up With The Sun. Gone With The Wind.

Even In Junior High, I Always Knew I Had A Talent For Music And I Knew I Could Make Money That Way.

It Was 22 Years Of Work In A Row, Right Up Until 1987. Twenty-two Years In A Row-either On Tour, Writing An Album, Or Recording An Album. It Wasn't Until 1987 That I Was Able To Take A Breath.

She Gave Me A False Address, Took Off With My American Express, Sunspot Baby, Sure Had Me Way Out Guessed.

There Was This Long Lovely Dancer In A Little Club Downtown, Love To Watch Her Do Her Stuff.