You're singing a song about making love to your drummer, well gay guitar pickers don't turn me on.
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.
America is still a country of choices and options. And I have a lot of them.
It was only his fifth offense, and this time he's killed someone.
I'd love to spit some Beechnut in that dude's eye and shoot him with my ole forty-five.