Don't Take Voice Lessons. Do

I Could Wrap Myself In The Warm Cocoon Of A Song And Go Anywhere.

I Wear The Black For The Poor And The Beaten Down, Livin’ In The Hopeless, Hungry Side Of Town.

I Love The Young People.

Of Emotions, Of Love, Of Breakup, Of Love And Hate And Death And Dying, Mama, Apple Pie, And The Whole Thing. It Covers A Lot Of Territory, Country Music Does.

I Learn From My Mistakes. It’s A Very Painful Way To Learn, But Without Pain, The Old Saying Is, There’s No Gain.