I Don't Think I've Gotten

Well I Work Up Sunday Morning, With No Way To Hold My Head That Didn't Hurt, And The Beer I Had For Breakfast Wasn't Bad, So I Had One More For Dessert. Then I Fumbled Through My Closet For My Clothes, And Found My Cleanest Dirty Shirt. An' I Shaved My Face And Combed My Hair, An' Stumbled Down The Stairs To Meet The Day.

If God Made Anything Better Than Women, I Think He Kept It For Himself.

Never's Just The Echo Of Forever, Lonesome As A Love That Might Have Been. Let Me Go On Lovin' And Believin' 'til It's Over. Please Don't Tell Me How The Story Ends.

Roy Orbison Was One Of The Genuinely Nicest Persons I've Ever Known. With One Of The Most Beautiful Voices In The History Of Recorded Music He Could Easily Have Had An Opera Star's Ego, But He Was One Of The Humblest, Kindest, Sweetest Human Beings To Grace This Planet. This In Spite Of The Enormous Tragedies In His Life. A Brave, Beautiful Blessing Of A Man.

I'd Trade All My Tomorrows For One Single Yesterday.