To The Loving Public Lyrics

'Hello people of the loving public, this is Webb
Wilder,
the last of the full grown men. It's kinda been awhile
since ya
heard from me. I don't know where I left off, I don't
know where
I'll wind up. I'd like to think that there's no
begining and no
end, there's just an eternal Webb.
'Fact of business is, we've got a new record we're
kicking
off here with Watermelon Records, in conjunction with
our own company
Racket Records. Anyway what we did here was round up a
bunch of our
favorite songs, NONE of which we wrote, and put them on
this album.
Kinda like if we made a car tape to listen to across
America, except
we played and sang all the songs. So we hope you dig
it. Its comin'
from everywhere form Waymore Jennings to the Small
Faces. Everywhere

from Lubbock, Texas to London, Europe. I don't know, I
like to think
that Town & Country pretty much covers it. I always
said I've got one
foot in country and one in rock and roll and since they're both
approximatly 13A's, I'm coverin' alot of ground.
'Les James Lester's still onboard. We got George
'Torch' Bradfute,
the tone chaperone. Kelly v.i.c. Looney. And The
Ionizer's still hangin'
in there. We're all still spankin' the plank. Beller'n
and shout'n.
Beatin' and slingin'. What can I say? Thanks to all of
yall for comin'
to all the gigs, writin' the cards and letters, and no,
REALLY, people
worte card and letters. Thanks alot!
'Work hard, rock hard, eat hard, sleep had, grow big,
wear glasses
if ya need'em. Let your freak flag fly. Keep it between
the ditches. Keep
on rockin'. Remember, real music is out there and real
people are makin' it.
Never quite bald. Never quite wall to wall. You're
never too small to hit the
big time, and there's always an Econoline rollin'
towards a gig somewhere.
'I am a little hacked off that the Stones are on tour
and they haven't
written me a card or even given me a call....' (fade
out)

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