I remember in the '80s, Randy Travis was my guy. He's the reason I moved to Nashville, and I just loved him. But at some point when he was winning everything, you find yourself pulling for other people.

If God came down here with the box that had the reason for living in it, I'd like to find just 2 words: The Music. That would be neat.

I got an offer in 1992 to buy a major-league team. I turned down the offer because I don't want my love of the game to involve business.

You aren't wealthy until you have something money can't buy.

If I have any talent at all it's from God, and my mom, who was on Capitol Records also.

A mistake isn't a mistake if you learn a lesson from it.

Someday in heaven, when the angels all sing, well, these rags that I'm wearing will be fit for a king.