College men from L.S.U., went in dumb, come out dumb, too.

You've got troubles, I've got 'em too. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you. We'll stick together to see it through cause you've got a friend in me.

I started recording because I was always complaining about the records that I was getting of my songs. At least if I did them and messed them up, I wouldn't have anyone else to blame.

I've worked with a band, and it's nice to have someone to travel around with, but I didn't like it as well on stage.

I sit here in this chair, I pour myself some whiskey, and watch my troubles vanish into the air.

It's funny; people get so doctrinaire about music. It should be the last thing you don't have an open mind about.

I'd like to explain why you fine young men had to be blown apart to defend this mud hole.