Take this rifle, kid. Gimme that guitar.
Pour me another tequila, I'm going to put on your red satin dress. You put on my clothes.
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights, drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.
Songwriters are still the brightest people in any room.
I bought me a guitar about a year ago, learned how to play in a day or so.
Your pot belly, I'd give that a 10 for size.