I wasn't for Vietnam. When I told that to the hippie newspaper, all my people got nervous.

I don't go to church regular. But I pray for answers to my problems.

I came out the back of the building and I was hollering, 'I've sung on the Grand Ole Opry! I've sung on the Grand Ole Opry!'

Sometimes it's like you're a big pie settin' on the table, and everybody runs up and gets their piece of you. When it's over' the plate's empty.

We still lend our old house out to relatives. They keep a guest book for my fans to sign.

I love people and I love to sing, and that's what keeps me going.

Why leave the nut you got for one you don't know?