I Could Spit Dust I'm So Mad.

A Lot Of People Say You've Got All The Loving In The World When You Walk Out On Stage. But Hell, That Applause Don't Help You Any When You're Lying In That Bed At Night Being Totally Ignored

The Final Words Of A Domestic Bully: If You Leave Me Now Furious Angels Will Descend Upon You And Bring You Back To Me.

Carnegie Hall Was Real Fabulous, But You Know, It Ain't As Big As The Grand Ole Opry.

I Wish To Be Put Away In A Western Dress I Designed, With My Daughter's Little Gold Cross Necklace And My Son's Small White Testament In My Hands, And My Wedding Band On.

I Suppose I Could Have Sat Back And Pitied Myself. For A Time I Wondered If I'd Ever Be Able To Go On To A Stage And Perform Again. After A Couple Of Weeks I Began To Feel I Could Fight My Way Back To Health If I Put My Mind To It. I Thought To Myself: 'pity Never Did Anybody Any Good. Go On. Patsy, Show 'em What You Can Do'