You can do anything that you wanna do, but uh-uh, don't step on my cowboy boots.

Somewhere between raising hell and amazing grace, Lord I know just how they feel.

You're singing a song about making love to your drummer, well gay guitar pickers don't turn me on.

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

I went and got a tire tool out of my truck, and straightened him out as cold as a block of ice. It was an attitude adjustment, and it'll work every time.

Today is a sad day in Country music. We have lost another piece of history. George Jones was not only a good singer, but was a good friend. He will be missed by many.

I'd love to spit some Beechnut in that dude's eye and shoot him with my ole forty-five.