Billy,
Let us get one thing straight.
Your best lyrics come from my nonsensical gibberish and you have admitted to stealing my gibberish.
You owe me an apology right now.
And you should get down on your hands and knees and thank the Lord Jesus for my gibberish every night. My gibberish is country gold and you know it.
Finally, on the last blues song you did, you stole my chords and you stole my opening riff.
That is mine.
I wrote that.