7) Suddenly Susan - a whole 45 seconds of noodling on the guitar. Whatever, Opie.

8) Mr. Blue - this is the kind of song that makes Opie a madcap musical genius. It's a dang 1954 doo-wop song, complete with pedal steel guitar and falsetto backing vocals. Hilarious. "Call me Mr. Blue/wah-wah-oooooh." You just hafta grin.

9) Texas Love - starts out like slow Bob Wills tribute, then kicks into a shit-kickin' mandolin-pickin' stomp, then drops back to Bob. Opie and the band jam through all the gears on this one, and it's weirdly beautiful.

10) My Favorite Waitress (aka, Big Boobies) - every damn radio station in the land should be playing this one at least once an hour. If you don't grin and jump around and sing along at the top of your voice with this one, you're clinically dead. You gotta love the chorus:
She's got big boobies
Likes dirty movies
She can suck a golf ball through a garden hose
Shaves her beaver
I'll never leave her
Just get her wasted and it's anything goes.
An instant classic, my friends...mix tape fodder for generations yet to come.

11) Two Swinging Doors - slow song — the only punch-out song on the whole disc. It's good country blues, but it ain't my style.

12) You Don't Care (Slight Return) - this was on Smashed Hits, and it really is a slight return. I'm glad he re-issued it or re-did it or whatever it is. I love this song, mucho. Adding a tee-tiny bit of surf-y guitar in there jazzes me, too. Great line: "Someone slipped me cocaine/Must have been in that powder I was sniffing" Yeah, it's a dope song, which goes agains my grain, but it's a funny song. I've had women who busted me down enough to gobble up a pile of reds, I reckon.

12) Shoulda Known Better - the Ghost of Waylon Jennings haunts this song. It's uncanny, and it's awesome. I kept hitting the re-do button on the CD player and listened to this about 10 times in a row. Opie brings in a guest lead vocal on this one, one Capt. Mike Bly to play guitar and sing along with him. The song's one of those "fish out of water" deals, with crazy drunks covered in weird tattoos and stinking of cheap perfume: "when she smiled, she was pretty/in that scary kind of way". Waking up in the car with a grotesquely swollen head, police tappin on the window — aw, hell, just buy it and listen to it. This song is worth the price of admission alone.
If I'd known then, what I know now
I'd have never learned what I know now
Hehehehehe. Gorgeous.