I wouldn't have dared ask God for all that He's given me. I couldn't have done it on my own. I thank God every day for what I have.
I've been around a long time, and life still has a whole lot of surprises for me.
You get used to sadness, growing up in the mountains, I guess.
My biggest hero, Gregory Peck, was my birthday present on April 14, 1973. I just sat and stared at him.
I loved being outside. We'd hold lightning bugs in our fingers and pretend they were diamond rings.
Mommy smoked but she didn't want us to. She saw smoke coming out of the barn one time, so we got whipped.
Daddy was real gentle with kids. That's why I expected so much out of marriage, figuring that all men should be steady and pleasant.
The night I announced I was getting married, Daddy paced for hours on the porch.
I've seen country music go uptown, like we say, and I'm proud I was there when it happened.
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 ain't supposed to get salmon when they're swimming upstream to spawn. But if you're hungry, you do.
Nobody's perfect. The only one that ever was, was crucified.
The country is making a big mistake not teaching kids to cook and raise a garden and build fires.
I didn't know how babies were made until I was pregnant with my fourth child.
I get along with all the women singers, but especially Dolly Parton. We talk the same hillbilly language.
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