Every week, Dennis Day sang an old Irish folk song. And next day in the fields, I'd be singing that song if I was working in the fields.

He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand, and tried to tell himself at last he had become a man.

It makes me so mad that some people underestimate the wisdom and energy of young people. All because they don't look the way older folks think they should look. I'm working on a song about it. Maybe some of those closed minded people will realize long hair and tattoos don't mean they should be ignored. Close minded people are part of what's wrong with this world.

I admit I'm a fool for you, because your mine, I walk the line.

Success is having to worry about every damn thing in the world, except money.

However, neither he nor anyone else could have become the star Elvis was. Ain't nobody like Elvis. Never was.

My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields, but my father never hit me. Never. I don't ever remember a really cross, unkind word from my father.