Check it out, forgot to say hello to my neighbors. Check it out, sometimes I question my own behavior.

She chased after her dream with much desire, but when she got to close to her expectations, well the dream burned up like paper in fire.

I just think if the song's good, sing it. I don't care who's doing it. I don't care if it's a country act. I don't care if it's a rock act. If the song's good, sing it.

If Woody Guthrie set the bar for American songwriters, Bob Dylan jumped right over it. No one I know will ever come close to possessing the beauty of melody and the use of language that Dylan shares with us, with ease.

My grandmother made sure that I went to church every Sunday. And shed come over and pick us boys up, and we would go to the Nazarene church. And back then, that was about as close to heaven as I ever got, because just the time to be able to spend with her, and she was very, very religious.

Growing up leads to growing old and then to dying And dying to me don't sound like all that much fun

The Internet is the wrong direction for music.