I'm not sure how we exist, as an artist, without country radio.
Papa loved Mama, Mama loved men, Mama's in the graveyard, Papa's in the pen.
Whatever I do, I hope it's quality, I hope it's something that's class.
They call them fools, who are unable to resist the slightest chance love might exist.
I've been taking batting practice in my barn where nobody can see me, so I may be better than anyone thinks.
As a kid, before I could play music, I remember baseball being the one thing that could always make me happy.