I'd have all the cars made in the Carolinas, and I'd ban the ones made in China.

Some were beggars, some were kings, and some were masters of the arts. But in their shame they're all the same, these men with broken hearts.

I get whiskey bent and hell bound.

Let me sum it up for ya: We got some people who work for a living, and we got some people who vote for a living.

The greatest of men, they don't get too big to cry. They just loose faith in love and life.

I've probably got the most loyal hardcore fans in the music business. You know, I can sit around, go fishing, do ten shows a year, fifteen, none, twenty, and it's just fantastic. Because they know I shoot straight and I don't talk bull.

Hell, Justin and I even talking about recording a blues song sometime.