The blues will be blue, and the jealousies green, but when love picks its color it demands to be seen.

It ain't what you're driving or the clothes that you wear, material possessions won't matter up there. And someday in heaven, when the angels all sing, well these rags that I'm wearin' will be fit for a king.

Stand straight, walk proud, have a little faith.

As long as one heart still holds on, then hope is never really gone

The cool thing about passion is that no matter how good or bad a day you're having, tomorrow's going to be better because passion finds some way of doubling itself.

It's the ropes and the reins, and the joy and the pain. And they call the thing rodeo.

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.