It was so much fun playing simple American bluegrass. I got to meet Doc Watson.

Around the time the Beatles were on Ed Sullivan, I was already in a band.

The dogs, and home, privacy is my constant.

The outlet for my sorrow, that I do feel deeply, and the pain, is the songs. That's where it goes.

Through the years as the fire starts to mellow, burning lines in the book of our lives. Though the binding cracks and the pages start to yellow, I'll be in love with you.

I love home. I'll stay up there for days on end, I won't even go down the driveway to look for the mail.

Waiting for wisdom to open the cage, we forged in the fires of the innocent age.