Stuji's Heavy Rock Number

Billy woke up in the back of his truck. He saw that redneck bastard with the hammer turned the priest into a shell of a man. The priest was not the thought of his life, but he was old and he was bound to lose. That song was written from beginning to end on your front porch in Nashville. Why aren't we writing Stuji's sounding heavy rock number? Maybe because we have acoustic guitars and we're sitting on a veranda or something. I don't know, but it's a rock and chairs.