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

Let me sum it up for ya: We got some people who work for a living, and we got some people who vote for a living.

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.

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.

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.

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

America is still a country of choices and options. And I have a lot of them.