Is This Love, Baby, Or

May The Dreams Of Your Past Be The Reality Of Your Future.

After Awhile, Your, Your Cheap Talk Don't Even Cause Me Pain, So Let Your Bullets Fly Like Rain.

Sorry For The Tune Up Between Time, But What The Hell, Cowboys Are The Only Ones Who Stay In Tune, Anyway.

Sometimes I Do A Dylan Song And It Seems To Fit Me So Right That I Figure Maybe I Wrote It. Dylan Didn’t Always Do It For Me As A Singer, Not In The Early Days, But Then I Started Listening To The Lyrics. That Sold Me.

We Gotta Stop Smokin', Stop, Stop. I Mean Cigarette Smoking.