You know, I feel sorry for the young artists.

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.

Lately I've heard rumors that the eagle may be lame. Just because I've been idle, don't mean that I'm tame.

If I could only fly, you see, a lot of my problems would be gone. When you think of just how much I'd save on shoes alone.

Listening to his songs she heard nothing but bad news, still she made her mind up to try to get him win or lose.

To me a guitar is kind of like a woman. You don't know why you like 'em but you do.

I'm just a man, no more or no less. Bad as the worst, good as the best.