When You're Down In Texas, Bob Wills

If You See Me Getting Smaller, I'm Leaving, Don't Be Grieving, Just Gotta Get Away From Here. If You See Me Getting Smaller, Don't Worry, And No Hurry, I've Got The Right To Disappear.

You Know, I Feel Sorry For The Young Artists.

Is Your Head Up Your Ass So Far That You Can't Pull It Out?

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.

Heaven Is Laying In My Sweet Baby's Arms, Hell Is When My Baby's Not Here.