I did [picking cotton] from - until I was 18 years old, that is. Then I picked the guitar, and I've been picking it since.

He went up to heaven, located his dog. Not only that, but he rejoined his arm.

So we raise her up every morning, we take her down every night, we don't let her touch the ground and we fold her up right. On second thought, I do like to brag 'cause I'm mighty proud of the Ragged Old Flag.

Don't take voice lessons. Do it your way.

Gospel music was the thing that inspired me as a child growing up on a cotton farm, where work was drudgery and it was so hard that when I was in the field I sang all the time. Usually gospel songs because they lifted me up above that black dirt.

Inside the walls of a prison my body may be, but my Lord has set my soul free.

We'll all be equal under the grass, and God's got a heaven for country trash.