Here's that song you write when you just got out of prison, your ankle monitor only lets you out of the house a couple of hours a day, and you don't have a new driver's license yet.
Plus, you promised your wife you wouldn't forget Valentine's Day.
As he tells the story, he thought maybe he'd chance driving into town, but since he was just out of prison with a history of being a drug adddict, "They wouldn't believe me I was going to get a card. I wouldn't believe me, either."
He's been married seven times, twice to the same woman, Lou-Anne Gill. (I think the song was for her, but I couldn't swear to it.
I know that I swore that I wouldn't forget
I wrote it all down, I lost it I guess
There's so much I want to say
But all the words just slip awayThe way you love me every day
Is Valentine's DayIf I could I would deliver to you
Diamonds and gold; it's the least I can do
So if you'll take my IOU
I could make it up to you
Until then I hope my heart will do
For Valentine's Day.
Quick, you still have time to write a song!
