I'm getting old, don't wear underwear, and I don't go to church.
Pickup's washed and you just got paid, with any luck at all you might even get laid.
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer. I think I've got cabin fever.
Elvis was the only man from Northeast Mississippi who could shake his hips and still be loved by rednecks, cops, and hippies.
I always said that I wouldn't use a teleprompter, and if I start to sing real flat, I'll hang it up.
While my mind is flexible, these brittle bones don't bend.