If you see me getting smaller, I'm leaving, don't be grieving, just gotta get away from here. If you see me getting smaller, don't worry, and no hurry, I've got the right to disappear.

The Hank Williams Syndrome: Come to Nashville, write some good songs, cut some hit records, make money, take all the drugs you can and drink all you can, become a wild man and all of a sudden die.

I can't walk, so I can't go home. No need to talk, cause I'm all alone. If I stay here they're gonna lock me in, hitting the bottle again.

The rock and roll spirit. I learned a lot of that because I worked with Buddy Holly. I played bass with him, and he taught me a lot about that.

Heaven is laying in my sweet baby's arms, hell is when my baby's not here.

I never have any problem getting enthusiastic with a good song and a good band.

Is your head up your ass so far that you can't pull it out?