Well I've got twenty bucks in my wallet
And a six can of beer and I'll head on out of here
And I don't know which way to go
Or if I'm going fast or slow
But I've got all those things that I hold dear
And I know that life's without handles
And I know that the ride might get rough
But I've got the time and a backroads state of mind
To go riding down the river with you
Well I've got good friends
They're partners 'til the end
They don't care what I do they don't care where I been
And the good Lord has blessed me
With a wife when I was twenty-three
And I don't have to worry about my kin
And I know that life's without handles...
Or, at any rate, it goes something like that. Gregg's been such a lazy bum that he's never bothered to get his own web site back up into running shape, so I can't provide an mp3. For that matter, I can't find the CD lying around my apartment, so I can neither confirm nor deny the accuracy of my lyrics.
Seriously, I love the guy. I have better
things to say about (or by) him here.