Songwriters are still the brightest people in any room.
Straight through the heart of them righteous uprights, drop kick me Jesus through the goal posts of life.
I flashed her a smile, but she didn't even look at me. So for brains and good judgment, I'd give her a three.
Take this rifle, kid. Gimme that guitar.
Pour me another tequila, I'm going to put on your red satin dress. You put on my clothes.
Your pot belly, I'd give that a 10 for size.
I bought me a guitar about a year ago, learned how to play in a day or so.
