Why me, Lord? What have I ever done to deserve even one of the blessings I've known? Why me, Lord? What did I ever do that was worth love from you and the kindness you've shown? Lord, help me, Jesus, I've wasted it so. Help me, Jesus. I know what I am. Now that I know that I've needed you so, help me, Jesus. My soul's in your hand.

If you aren't gonna say exactly how and what you feel, you might as well not say anything at all.

Could it be the girls and boys are trying to be heard above your noise?

I love to go to the studio and stay there 10 or 12 hours a day. I love it. What is it? I don't know. It's life.

Everybody was wearing rhinestones, all those sparkly clothes, and cowboy boots. I decided to wear a black shirt and pants and see if I could get by with it. I did and I've worn black clothes ever since.

I learn from my mistakes. It’s a very painful way to learn, but without pain, the old saying is, there’s no gain.

One day, I just decided I'm ready to go. So I went down with my guitar and sat on the front steps of Sam Phillips recording studio.