When something is bothering me, I write a song that tells my feelings.

My attitude toward men who mess around is simple: If you find 'em, kill 'em.

Who wants to be married to a grandfather?

I've seen every highway in the United States, and they all look alike to me.

It's important that you take care of yourself and blow off steam in the right way. Don't let some woman walk in and say, "hey, goodbye!" and take your man. Kill her if you can! I'm only kidding.

We used to go around tipping outhouses over, or turning over corn shocks on Halloween. Anything to be mean.

I know there's some kind of history to mountain music-like it came from Ireland or England or Scotland and we kept up the tradition.