After the unqualified success of , which included members of , , and plenty of others, had found his voice. is part two of ' saga, one that would take him from being a great writer and interpreter of other people's songs to being a self-parody. is on board on this set as a guitarist, a backing vocalist, and, most importantly, as co-producer with . The song selection is amazing. Opening with the original states his case for leaving his old stage persona behind convincingly with underlining every line on the refrain. The cover of 's classic is full of pathos and emotion and features some killer guitar work from . also covers 's to close the set. But the confidence displays here is uncanny as he tackles with great tenderness his pop's as a song, and pretty much straight up. contributes two more songs to the set in the which spells out the wages of a life spent rambling, and the title track, a modern cracker anthem complete with fiddles, a pedal steel, and a slow- to mid-tempo strut. The highlight of the latter part of the set is ' read of the most pure and simple song on the entire album. And sings the hell out of it. is a poignant song considering 's struggles with Nashville up to that point in wanting to get away from recording programs solely of his father's songs. The mold was broken on , and this is a bit of comeuppance that sounds a bit like Like its predecessor, this is a winner all the way through, full of stomping music and beer-swilling . ~ Thom Jurek