“you give me fever from miles aroundill pick you up in my car and well paint the toown”

“I'm miles from where you are. I lay down on the cold ground, and I pray that something picks me up, and sets me down in your warm arms.”

“I'm miles from where you areI lay down on the cold groundAnd I, I pray that something picks me upAnd sets me down in your warm arms.”

“[We say things like] 'Well, I'm not sure You are worth it....You see, I really like my car, or my little sin habit, or my money, and I'm really not sure I want to give them up, even if it means I get You'.”

“Well Dennis you don't have to hear anyof the mountain music they play here. Telling the young lies so that they can learn to get old. Favouring themwith biscuits. "It's a mighty rough road from Lynchburg toDanville, declension on a three mile grade." In either casecollision course. You either pick up the music or you don't.”

“I'll call you," he repeated."If you call me, I won't pick up the phone.""You will wait by the phone for my call, and when it rings, you will pick it up and you will speak to me in a civil manner. If you don't know how, ask someone.”