Biografie

On the last night of his first marriage with Martha, Willie came home drunk and passed out on the bed. Willie's wife sewed him up in a sheet and then beat him with a broom and then getting away in the car with the kids, her clothes, and his clothes. Willie said there was no way he could follow her naked so that was kind of the end of it.

When the IRS seized his possessions to sell at auction to try and collect money to pay his tax debt, many of Willie's fans bought his stuff and then gave it back to him. (It's been said that the fans did this as a way of saying thank you for all the free concerts Nelson performed in support of Farm Aid). The only major possessions not seized by the IRS was Willie's guitar and his tour bus so he could earn a living.

Because Willie's favorite Martin classical acoustic guitar never had a scratch plate, his persistent use of a pick for over 30 years has worn a gaping hole through his instrument's body. Further defacement of the wooden body was caused by Willie's insistence that friends and associates inscribe their autographs on his guitar using a ball-point pen. Some of the numerous signatures collected over the years include, Johnny Cash, Kris Kristofferson, Waylon Jennings, Gene Autry Leon Russell, Roger Miller, along with various football coaches and lawyers, etc.

Owns a selection of about 15 guitars, but the one he plays mostly on tour, is his Martin acoustic which he refers to as "Trigger", named after Roy Rogers's horse.

Willie's eco-friendly tour bus is called the "Honeysuckle Rose IV" and runs on a variety of biofuels.

Waylon Jennings once said that if everybody got up in the morning and masturbated, there wouldn't be no wars. I am not in favor of that as much as I am of pot. They should start off every morning summit with a puff or maybe just pump a little into the air conditioner. In the future, I would like to be able to push a switch and have pot released into every household all over the world.

Three chords and the truth - that's what a country song is.

I think most art comes out of poverty and hard times.

I don't think any person has any special knowledge about what God has planned for me and you any more than me and you do.

We've already been reincarnated about a million times, maybe. It doesn't make sense any other way. How can we be created equal if there's a guy over here sitting on the corner, blind, with no feet, trying to make it, and there's another guy out there running around in a new Cadillac with two girls on either side of him and millions of dollars coming in?