I ain't got her an' I ain't got a clue. Of what I did and didn't do. All I know is I'm wearing her number out. . No explanation, it didn't take long. For her to go and tell me she's gone.
I was setting up for a gig. In this little country bar. This old boy in the corner watched me. Tune up my guitar. He said,? What kinda music do you play hoss?.