I don't know what a person does that does not have a relationship with God. When he goes to the doctor and the doctors says, 'Hey, you've got less than two months to live and there's nothing we can do for you.' Who do they turn to when you're given something that earth shattering?

I've worn it to church before. Camouflage and the other clothes.

I sting like a butterfly and punch like a flea.

I go out into America, and I am literally navigating a minefield. Godliness has become abnormal.

I know all the new phrases: 'cowabunga,' 'radical,' cat's pajamas,' 'duh,' and 'hey, homie don't play that.

I don’t know any redneck that’s not into fun. That’s their middle name: Red-Fun-Neck.

We killed our own hogs, we killed our own beef, we raised our own vegetables, which Mama canned. We did live off the land.