You can do anything that you wanna do, but uh-uh, don't step on my cowboy boots.
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.
America is still a country of choices and options. And I have a lot of them.
No mommy's kisses and no daddy's smile. Nobody wants me, I'm nobody's child.
The day Elvis passed away would be our national holiday, if the South would have won, we'd had it made.
Somewhere between raising hell and amazing grace, Lord I know just how they feel.