My ears are still intoxicated with my music.

And you should have seen Jethro's reaction to the music.

Granny, I was referring to the music of Brahms, Bach, Beethoven.

Now, that's the kind of music you're gonna learn to play.

One of these days, he's gonna have to play some real music.

I'm on my way to work.

Well, I asked him to teach Jethro a redneck romance.

I have been talking to him and his attitude towards music is all wrong.

My, it's such a thrill to meet you.

Every time I put it up underneath my chin to play, I spurt my items out.

You might think my music is trash and rubbish, but, tag on it, I make two million dollars a year playing it.

To my great good fortune, I've never heard that one either.

I'll treat his rear to a hot little rhythm with my hickory switch.

She's inside, but before you go, Granny wanted me to make sure that the first song you taught Jethro was Redneck Romance.

I have seen my fiddle playing cousin Clarence pickle stiff with one broke arm and holding a jug under the other and still make better dancing music than that stromboli goomer just did.

Listen to my story about a man named Jed, the poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.