Song INTRO soft spoken, to strummings on Willie’s old KUSTOM K acoustic fire-sale gui-tar, –here! A game of chess, the game of LIFE..find you a wife, avoid high stress. Us guys, you know, we..are complex; and we got lots of ’em, too (complexes..gotta getter done, though, “1 more beer, please, –check, mate!”) Days get short and nights grow long. I guess we can all write a song (about it, if, if we had to, like if somebody put a gun to our head an’ said, WRITE THAT SONG BOY), Listen, hey! listen, I, –I think I got one, Hit it! Wasted nights in purple haze..Well country’s seen better days..that’s for sure. Man, his woman, must delight..so hit the stage and start a fight, –Dude! singin’ something ’bout: Dogs and guns and pick-up trucks..trailer, horse; and spurs for luck, well! Ridin’ bulls, –like dating’s uncertain..your balls inna sling, your learnin’..cowboy (REFRAIN, OR CHORUS, OR WHATEVER, GOTTA INSERT IT SOMEPLACE, WHY NOT HERE: HONKY-TONK HONKIES ‘N’ HIPPIES WITH THE HEEBIE-JEEBIES, YOUR BAR-TABS IS DUE..NOW WHUT R U GONNA DO? BETTER START SINGIN’ THE BLUES..DUDES), now, off to the room and fight the gloom your mom once (actually) knew..Mm! before she kicked your dad out; like your girlfriend’s gonna do, with you, shortly, here..she’s complex too! And (after that, when she’s through) she will keep: That pick-up truck; the trailer; and the horsey; and your dog and all the guns..and your spurs, too! just for fun. And, in a little while, a couple months’ time you’ll hear (while you’re mooning over your tepid beer), –on the jukebox in that smokey ol’ honky-tonk, your whole life story bein’ sung, there, in the newest country hit by the newest country stars..direct from Nashville, in fresh..Hot..Wax, see ya later, pardner, sayonara..adios! amigos. Can ya hear that steel guitar? Yeah. Don’t it make ya sorta wanna weep! Yeah. Kind of..not really, though. But sort of