I was born a long way from where I belong and I am on my way home.

I can't see myself singing the same song twice in a row. That's terrible.

It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry

Either I'm too sensitive, or else I'm gettin' soft

There's beauty in the silver singing river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes

You always got to be prepared but you never know for what.

I do know what my songs are about.