I Avoid Going Through Places Where There's

I Know There's Some Kind Of History To Mountain Music-like It Came From Ireland Or England Or Scotland And We Kept Up The Tradition.

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

Sometimes It's Like You're A Big Pie Settin' On The Table, And Everybody Runs Up And Gets Their Piece Of You. When It's Over' The Plate's Empty.

You Don't See No City When You Look At Me Cause Country's All I Am. I Love Runnin' Barefoot Through The Old Cornfields And I Love That Country Ham. Well You Say I'm Made Just To Fit Your Plans But There's A Barnyard Shovel Pick Your Hands. If Your Eyes Are On Me You're Lookin' At Country.

I Never Knew Where Babies Came From Until It Happened To Me.