And now, I'm glad I didn't know the way it all would end, the way it all would go. Our lives are better left to chance, I could've missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the Dance.

People loving people. That's the enemy of everything that's evil

I've got friends in low places, where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away.

If you're gonna leave your mark, you can't follow a bunch of sheep, you gotta listen to your heart.

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

I'm much too young to feel this damn old.

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.