I Would Rather Be Living In Philadelphia.

So Long As The Presence Of Death Lurks With Anyone Who Goes Through The Simple Act Of Swallowing, I Will Make Mine Whiskey.

I Certainly Do Not Drink All The Time. I Have To Sleep You Know.

The Nation Needs To Return To The Colonial Way Of Life, When A Wife Was Judged By The Amount Of Wood She Could Split.

The Cost Of Living Has Gone Up Another Dollar A Quart.

If I Had My Life To Live Over Again, I'd Live Over A Saloon.