She brings him hope in the way that angels do, taking him to heaven in ways he never knew.

I still use the guitar pretty much just to hide my gut.

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.

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.

Somebody that comes and dumps a brand-new album on me and doesn't play the old stuff, I'm pissed!

I'd much rather have the honesty than not. Because if you will say what's on your mind and get it off your chest, then the sooner I can prove you wrong!

She brings him hope in the way that angels do, taking him to heaven in ways he never knew.