Killed by a man with a switch blade knife, for 43 dollars my friend lost his life.

Hell, Justin and I even talking about recording a blues song sometime.

It's all over but the crying.

Have pity on a dinosaur.

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

I'd put Hank Williams picture on one hundred dollar bills.

My daddy, he was somewhere between God and John Wayne.