I didn't aim at anything except good music.

I say, Lord, do right be me, I'm tired of being lonesome, on'ry, and mean.

When I look at you girl, I see a true work of art. So many beautiful things coming in one little heart.

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.

One night of love don't make up for six nights alone. But I'd rather have one than none Lord, cause I'm flesh and bone.

Take your tongue out of my mouth, I'm kissing you good-bye.

Don't you be so nice to me; I fall in love so easily.