Take a lesson from the trees, watch the way they bend with each breeze, little victories.

Call me a relic, call me what you will, say I'm old fashion, say I'm over the hill. Today's music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock and roll.

I write probably 80 percent of my stuff over the winter.

Later in the evening when you lie awake in bed with the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head.

Even in junior high, I always knew I had a talent for music and I knew I could make money that way.

I'm not a number. Dammit, I'm a man.

Well all of Chuck's children are out there playing his licks, get into your kicks. Come back baby, rock and roll never forgets.