HOME: On the road (again).

AGE: Crazy.

PROFESSION: Playing the hell out of everywhere.

HOBBIES: Unbraiding his hair; breaking in new tour busses; armadillo ranching; training new outlaws; flushing out vagrant Republicans from his spread; beating off the women; breaking Springsteen concert endurance records.

LAST BOOK READ: Steel Guitars and Whiskey Bars by “Lonesome” Bootsy Collins.

LAST ACCOMPLISHMENT: Threw a Fourth of July party and everybody came.

QUOTE: “Ronald Reagan? Didn’t the prairie dogs on Death Valley Days get that boy?”

PROFILE: The original Bourbon Cowboy, Willie paid his dues churning out big Nashville hits for other country stars; finally tiring of those soppy Tennessee springs, he high-tailed it back to Texas, where he’s been playing, helling, drinking, cussing and keeping tabs on Jimmy Carter ever since.

BEER: Lone Star—uh, Boy Howdy!