He plead insanity like they do now all the time. Sir, what would you have done in 1859?

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

No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile. Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child.

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.

Some were beggars, some were kings, and some were masters of the arts. But in their shame they're all the same, these men with broken hearts.

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

The presidents against Congress, the Senate is against the House, people are against politicians, and I'm against cats in the house.