All Music Comes From God.

San Quentin, May You Rot And Burn In Hell. May Your Walls Fall And May I Live To Tell.

A Song Stylist Is, Like, To Take An Old Folk Song Like "delia's Gone" And Do A Modern White Man's Version Of It.

Being Rich Means You Get To Worry About Everything Except Money.

The More I Learn, The More Excited I Get.

We'll All Be Equal Under The Grass, And God's Got A Heaven For Country Trash.