I had a good friend in New York City.

You're singing a song about making love to your drummer, well gay guitar pickers don't turn me on.

Some high society lady said is your horse outside? No ma'am, he's between my legs, but your too fat to ride.

There is no freedom of speech if you're a conservative.

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

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.

Today is a sad day in Country music. We have lost another piece of history. George Jones was not only a good singer, but was a good friend. He will be missed by many.