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

Dreams die hard and we watch them erode, but we cannot be denied the fire inside.

I really like the thing I did with Martina McBride. I had that song sitting around for a long time.

I guess I lost my way, there were so many roads. I was living to run, and running to live, never worried about paying or even how much I owed.

Stood alone on a mountain top, starin' out at the Great Divide. I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide. Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' and my soul began to rise.

If I want to work, I can. If I want to play golf, or ride my motorcycle, I can. But the rest of it is family. Sometimes you're not really needed by your family, but you're there. And my kids like to know I'm there.

Sometimes you can hear them talk, other times you can't. All the same old cliches, is that a woman or a man?