I Was Drunk The Day My Mom Got Out Of Prison

Merle Haggard: Today I Started Loving You Again

David Allan Coe: You Never Even Called Me By My Name

Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen:
Seeds and Stems Again Blues

We cross our bridges
when we come to them
and burn them behind us,
with nothing to show
for our progress
except a memory
of the smell of smoke,
and a presumption
that once our eyes watered.

--Tom Stoppard
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead