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

I went and got a tire tool out of my truck, and straightened him out as cold as a block of ice. It was an attitude adjustment, and it'll work every time.

Somewhere between raising hell and amazing grace, Lord I know just how they feel.

Now if you shoot someone, sir, you can get off Scott free. It's the latest thing Mr. Lincoln, can you believe?

Why don't we all just get a long-neck?

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

My grandpa taught me how to live off the land.