Had No Excuses For The Things That

I Love Living My Life In Flip-flops. I Met A Guy In The Islands A While Ago Who Told Me He Hadn't Worn A Pair Of Shoes In Three Years! I Thought, 'man, That's The Life!'

When I Started Playing Music At East Tennessee State University I Would Sit On A Stool With A Tip Jar In Front Of Me And Play Four Hours A Night At A College Bar Called Quarterback's Barbecue. I Wasn't Thinking About Doing It For A Living. I Was Just Making Enough Money To Go To Taco Bell Every Day. People Were Eating Chips, Drinking Beer And Not Listening To Me. I'd Had Three Or Four Years Of People Ignoring Me, And I'd Kind Of Gotten Used To It.

What Good Is It If A Guy Can Sing Real Good But He Sits On His Ass And Doesn't Make Anybody Feel Anything? I Can Connect With An Audience Every Time I Play. When I Sing, They Listen.

It's A Smile, It's A Kiss, It's A Sip Of Wine ... It's Summertime!

People Who Can't Kiss Had Everything Given To Them.