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

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

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.

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.

You can do anything that you wanna do, but uh-uh, don't step on my cowboy boots.

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.

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