You get used to sadness, growing up in the mountains, I guess.
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.
When all those city folks try to fix up my talking, all they do is mess me up.
I've seen things, and that's almost the same as doing them.
I ain't got much education, but I got some sense.
Once in a while I get inspired and finish my act with the hillbilly hoedown.