Me and my partner, Conway Twitty, cleaned up at the 1972 Country Music Association Awards.

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

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

Doolittle looked just like a little toy soldier the first time I ever saw him.

I loved being outside. We'd hold lightning bugs in our fingers and pretend they were diamond rings.

I've been married to the same man for all this time. The way we fight sometimes, you can tell.

Some of my friends who know me best say they wouldn't trade places with me for $1 million because of the pace I lead.