Even on the most serious ballads, I'll throw in a tongue-in-cheek remark.

Jackass millionaires, hey, hey, Hollywood, here we come.

Well one thing's for sure.. all you really need is love.

She's not perfect, but she tries so hard for me. And I thank God, that she isn't, cause how boring that would be.

I'm a last-minute shopper. I end up at the mall or somewhere on Christmas Eve. It's a shame.

She's a yellow pair of running shoes, a holey pair of jeans. She looks great in cheap sunglasses, she looks great in anything. She's, "I want a piece of chocolate cake; take me to a movie." She's a, "I can't find a thing to wear." Now and then she's moody. She's a Saturn with a sunroof with her brown hair blowing. She's a warm conversation I wouldn't miss for nothing. She's a fighter when she's mad and she's a lover when she's lovin'.

I try to write like the writers I admire - I rip them off in form. It comes from George Strait and Merle Haggard records, and country music in general is really good at that, the twisted phrase... So Im always looking for that angle in my own work.