I Admit I'm A Fool For You,

Because You're Mine, I Walk The Line.

Come On Boys, You Must Listen Unto Me, Lay Off The Whiskey And Let That Cocaine Be.

When My Wife Died, I Booked Myself Into The Studio Just To Work, To Occupy Myself.

The Fire And Excitement May Be Gone Now That We Don't Go Out There And Sing Them Anymore, But The Ring Of Fire Still Burns Around You And I, Keeping Our Love Hotter Than A Pepper Sprout.

By The Time I Actually Recorded Bitter Tears I Carried A Heavy Load Of Sadness And Outrage; I Felt Every Word Of Those Songs... I Expected There To Be Trouble With That Album, And There Was.... When It Was Released, Many Radio Stations Wouldn't Play It.... The Very Idea Of Unconventional Or Even Original Ideas Ending Up On "country" Radio In The Late 1990s Is Absurd.