A Fan's Love For An Artist Is

That Smell Of Freshly Cut Grass Makes Me Think Of Friday Night Football In High School. The Smell Of Popcorn And Cigar Smoke Reminds Me Of The Stadium. The Cutting Of The Grass Reminds Me Of The August Practice.

But You've Got To Be Tough When Consumed By Desire, Cause It's Not Enough Just To Stand Outside The Fire.

The Guys Have Told Me Not To Quit My Day Job.

Choose To Chance The Rapids And Dare To Dance The Tide.

Someday In Heaven, When The Angels All Sing, Well, These Rags That I'm Wearing Will Be Fit For A King.