Eleven on a scale of ten, honey, let me introduce you to my redneck friend.

I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, it could be that I've lost my way.

How long can you hear someone crying - how long can you hear someone dying - before you ask yourself why?

How long will it be 'till we've turned To the tasks and the skills That we'll have to have learned If we're going to find our place in the future And have something to offer Where this planet's concerned?

I told my father I wanted to play the banjo, and so he saved the money and got ready to give me a banjo for my next birthday, and between that time and my birthday, I lost interest in the banjo and was playing guitar.

We may lose and we may win, but we will never be here again.

Let the disappointments pass, let the laughter fill your glass.