Something else is hurting you – that’s why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can’t think.
"You’re like the lotus flower that had to grow through mud to become beautiful."
"Got two reasons why I cry away each lonely night/The first one’s named Sweet Anne Marie, and she’s my hearts delight./The second one is prison, babe, the sheriff’s on my trail,/And if he catches up with me, I’ll spend my life in jail.
Got a wife in Chino, babe, and one in Cherokee/The first one says she’s got my child, but it don’t look like me.
Set out runnin’ but I take my time,/A friend of the devil is a friend of mine,/If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.”