I Could Have Killed Her

Finally, My Manager Negotiated A Deal Where I Got To Produce My Own Records.

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

I Say, Lord, Do Right Be Me, I'm Tired Of Being Lonesome, On'ry, And Mean.

I Might Be An Endangered Species.

Each Tomorrow Will Depend On The Love You Give Today.