We All Think We're Going To Get

My Mom Ate Every Piece Of Butter In The Midwest, She Lived Till She Was 90. And My Dad, He Smoked, He Drank - We Finally Just Had To Kill Him.

God And The Universe Said To Me One Day, "you're Only Going To Get What's Good For You." That's Kind Of How I Try To Look At Things. Isn't That True, When You Look Back At Things? "ooh, I'm Glad I Didn't Get That!" You Get More Philosophical When You Get Older, With The More Life Experiences You Have. But I Don't Have Any Bad Feelings Towards Anybody That Was Ever Involved In Any Of That Stuff, Because I Don't Think That People Usually Set Out To Hurt You. I Think That Hurt Is All Manufactured By Yourself And Your Expectations.

My Mom Was A Garage Sale Person, Save Money. Come On In To The Garage Sale, You Might Find A Shirt. She'd Get In That Garage Sale And Point Stuff Out To You. There's A Good Fork For A Nickel. Yeah, That's Beautiful. It's A Little High. If It Were Three Cents I'd Snap It Up.

At Thanksgiving, My Mom Always Makes Too Much Food, Especially One Item, Like 700 Or 800 Pounds Of Sweet Potatoes. She's Got To Push It During The Meal. "did You Get Some Sweet Potatoes? There's Sweet Potatoes. They're Hot. There's More In The Oven, Some More In The Garage. The Rest Are At The Johnson's."

I Started A Big Part Of My Career In Vegas.