You've Got To Continue To Grow, Or

We Used To Go Around Tipping Outhouses Over, Or Turning Over Corn Shocks On Halloween. Anything To Be Mean.

When I First Came To Nashville, People Hardly Gave Country Music Any Respect. We Lived In Old Cars And Dirty Hotels, And We Ate When We Could.

When Something Is Bothering Me, I Write A Song That Tells My Feelings.

You're The Reason Our Kids Are Ugly.

You Get Used To Sadness, Growing Up In The Mountains, I Guess.