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“All I can say is that I put it all, everything, into one thing, singin’. Call it heart, call it soul, call it what you want. I don’t know… Then again, maybe my singin’ might be the cause of a lot of my problems. You might be a bastard in other things you do, you might be a sorry son of a gun, but as long as they relate to you in your songs, it seems to be all right. I don’t show a lot of affection. I have probably been a very unliked person among family, like somebody who was heartless. I saved it all for the songs. I didn’t know you were supposed to show that love, person to person. I guess I always wanted to, but I didn’t know how. The only way I could, would be to do it in a song.” from George Jones
