You almost felt sorry for the devil cause heaven knows he didn't have a prayer, when Mama prayed.

I know the author of my every breath, oh that's Jesus.

I love finding songs, going through them, tearing them apart, and seeing if I can find anything wrong with them.

I wish at times I had finished school just to say I had.

When Mama prayed, lives were changed. Not much more than five foot tall, but mountains big and small crumbled all away.

I was in church a little bit as a very young kid, but, as they say in the South, 'it didnt take.' None of it took with me.

A dimly lit tavern, a willing young woman, are some of the reasons I cheat.