Album Notes

I woke up on the floor
I knew I had to be somewhere
I didn't know where I was or where I had to be
As cold as it sounds
This is where our songs come from.
And if you've ever been on a hardwood floor
In an unheated house,
In an Indiana winter,
Thats Damn Cold
But I was in prison then...
Now we're free
Playing out live
Singing songs about
Women, Rye, and Hard Times
These times.
We've listened to everybody from Johnny Cash to Usher
And boy how we cry, cry, cry.
Singing a song is like smoking a cigarette on an airplane
Like smoking a cigarette on the track team
It feels sooo good.
Have a shot for the friends that don't drink
Have a shot for yourself and kin
But most of all
Have a shot for Gamblin' Christmas