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

I get whiskey bent and hell bound.

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.

We say grace and we say ma'am. If you ain't in to that, we don't give a damn.

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

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.

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