“Don’t think twice, bear right.”
“How many roads must a man drive down, before you can say you have reached your destination?”
“Weather information: It’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.”
“The highway is for gamblers, and the toll ahead is seventy-five cents.”
“I took too much for granted, got my signals lost.”
“The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes ev’rything’s been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes … in 500 feet, turn left.”
“Wow, Momma, can this really be a dead end?”