I lay my head on the wheel and the horn begins honking, the whole neighborhood knows that I'm home drunk again.

There, gleaming in the glow, was that ten-horsepower rotary engine under a seat. A key glistening in the ignition. I imagine the top speed for that old mower was five miles per hour. It might have taken an hour and a half or more for me to get to the liquor store, but get there I did.

If drinking don't kill me, her memory will.

You can shut out the world. But you always have to stop, and the world is always waiting when you do.

I've had a lot of practice and wrong's what I do best.

Everybody knows in the business how I feel about country music. I'm an old traditionalist. Then they just call me an old man and stuck in my old ways, but with all the fans I've got out there, I can't be all that wrong. I do love traditional country music. I love the good stuff.

If people liked your singing well enough, if you were special to them, then you never left their minds throughout all of the years.