When we all can worship from our own kind of pew, then we shall be free.

Life's gonna run you over if you don't get goin.

That smell of freshly cut grass makes me think of Friday night football in high school. The smell of popcorn and cigar smoke reminds me of the stadium. The cutting of the grass reminds me of the August practice.

I've been taking batting practice in my barn where nobody can see me, so I may be better than anyone thinks.

She's sun and rain, she's fire and ice, a little crazy, but it's nice. And when she gets mad, you best leave her alone, cause she'll rage like a river then she'll beg you to forgive her.

I'm not sure how we exist, as an artist, without country radio.

I spend all my time right now trying to combat music retail and copyright.