I can only sing songs my way. I don't know any other way.

You've got to have something to eat and a little love in your life before you can hold still for any damn body's sermon on how to behave.

Mom and Pop were just a couple of kids when they got married. He was eighteen, she was sixteen and I was three.

They think they can make fuel from horse manure - now, I don't know if your car will be able to get 30 miles to the gallon, but it's sure gonna put a stop to siphoning.

The whole basis of my singing is feeling. Unless I feel something, I can't sing.

Them that's got shall get, Them that's not shall lose. So the Bible says, And it still is news. Mama may have, Papa may have, But God bless the child that's got his own.

Don't threaten me with love, baby. Let's just go walking in the rain.