Hey, Hey, The Working Man,

There's Two Or Three Kids Out There Trying To Make Good Music, And The Rest Of Them Sound Like It's Been Strained Through Some Kind Of White Toast Or Something. It All Sounds Just Too Neat And Perfect, With No Surprise To It At All. No Story, No Nothing. It's Like Building Cars, Like An Assembly Line. It Doesn't Sound Like Anything That Came From A Guitar.

At My Age, I Don't Buy But A Half A Loaf Of Bread, You Know?

I'm Proud To Be An Oakie From Muskogee, A Place Where Even Squares Can Have A Ball. We Still Wave Old Glory Down At The Courthouse And White Lightning's Still The Biggest Thrill Of All.

My 10 Year Old Son Likes It. He's Trying To Play Guitar And Everything. He Likes That Kind Of Music.

Staring At The World Through The Bottom Of A Glass, All I See Is A Man Who's Fading Fast.