Was An American Archetype, The

You Know, I Feel Sorry For The Young Artists.

When You're Down In Texas, Bob Wills Is Still The King.

His Songs Were Soon Curled On The Lips Of The World, They Had Earned Him The Highest Acclaim. And Yet His Greatest Desire Was The Simple Warmth Of Love's Fire, Cause It's Cold On The Dark Side Of Fame.

I'm Old And Crazy, But I Still Give A Damn. And I Still Think The Boys Got Screwed Over In Vietnam.

Lately I've Heard Rumors That The Eagle May Be Lame. Just Because I've Been Idle, Don't Mean That I'm Tame.