two minutes in the pan handle

the salt ...

come on now ... the salt

let it weep down
like lines of Patsy and of Hank
make the salt flow

From Willie to Graham ...

Like I know what I mean
Like I know what I feel

take me into the sheppard's cloth
take me into the harp strumin' Angel's tears

Southern heart's make their way
they make me cry
sob and try to be me

Gators bite
men hate
God loves

I never knew
I am no better than anyone, but I understand now ...