I knew I wanted to sing when I was a very small boy. When I was probably 4 years old. My mother played a guitar and I would sit with her and she would sing and I learned to sing along with her.
When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry.
God Ain't no stained glass window, cause he never keeps his window closed.
I admit I'm a fool for you, because your mine, I walk the line.
[My mother] called [my voice] the gift.
It takes a real man to live for God-a lot more man than to live for the devil, you know? If you really want to live right these days, you gotta be tough.