I Sat At A Bar

His Songs Were Soon Curled On The Lips Of The World, They Had Earned Him The Highest Acclaim. And Yet His Greatest Desire Was The Simple Warmth Of Love's Fire, Cause It's Cold On The Dark Side Of Fame.

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.

This Is Getting Funny, But There Ain't Nobody Laughing.

Got My Allman Brothers Cassettes Stacked Up On The Dash, Got Some Jack Back In The Trunk And A Tank Full Of Gas.

There's Always One More Way To Do Something-- Your Way.