Burn my Flag and I will shoot you........but I'll shoot you with a lot of love, like a good American

As sure as God made black and white, what's done in the dark will be brought to the light.

My father was a cotton farmer first and - but he didn't have any land or what land he had, he lost it in the Depression. So he worked as a woodman and cut pulpwood for the paper mills, rode the rails in boxcars going from one harvest to another to try to make a little money picking fruit or vegetables.

I say I'm not a singer, so that means I can't sing. But - doesn't it?

It's all fleeting. As fame is fleeting, so are all the trappings of fame fleeting. The money, the clothes, the furniture.

I could wrap myself in the warm cocoon of a song and go anywhere.

After about three lessons [my] voice teacher said, "Don't take voice lessons. Do it your way. You're a song stylist. Always do it your way."