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

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

We make our own whiskey and our own smoke, too. Ain't too many things these ole boys can't do.

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

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.

The day Elvis passed away would be our national holiday, if the South would have won, we'd had it made.

My grandpa taught me how to live off the land.