If they don't have the Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tennessee, just send me to hell or New York City, it would be about the same to me.

My grandpa taught me how to live off the land.

We make our own whiskey and our own smoke, too. Ain't too many things these ole boys can't do.

Good friends, good whiskey, and good lovin', I want to thank you Lord.

They let dangerous men out of prison now, yes sir, I'm afraid it's so. Cause they're over crowded and it was only his fifth offense.

I had a good friend in New York City.

It's all over but the crying.