“There’s bad in everything. I dislike people misusing something that I love so much.”

It might have taken an hour and a half or more for me to get to the liquor store, but get there I did.

If drinking don’t kill me, her memory will.

A key glistening in the ignition. I imagine the top speed for that old mower was five miles per hour.

A new artist today has to get their teeth fixed, has to tighten their jeans up, and they have to get ’em the right kind of hat, and if anything’s wrong with their nose, if it’s a little crooked, it’s got to be straightened up.

Maybe some folks are alcoholics and others are just voluntary drunks.

I lay my head on the wheel and the horn begins honking, the whole neighborhood knows that I’m home drunk again.

God bless the boys from Memphis, blue suede shoes, and Elvis.

I would just like to say thank you to each one of my fans for supporting me all these years and continuing to come to the concerts and buy my music. I owe them everything.

I hear some new artists that sound country but the record labels and country radio lean more toward a more rock feel for what gets signed to a label and played on the radio.

There are questions I’m still not wise enough to answer, just wise enough to no longer ask.

All Patsy Cline had to do was sing somebody else’s song and her version would outsell theirs because it would be so good!

You can shut out the world. But you always have to stop, and the world is always waiting when you do.

I’ve had a lot of practice and wrong’s what I do best.

There’s nothing prettier in the world than a melody. I can get lost in a song with a melody.

I want to record if the Lord wants me to still record, and I just want to do my work on the road as long as I got those fans out there.

We older artists are competing with the new style of country, with their new modern style of gospel, with the young people.