I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back; I been everywhere, and I'm standing tall I've seen a million faces an I've rocked them all.

I don't work well outside the lines; my report card once read, "doesn't play well with others."

New songs are why artists go on the road. That's why I go on the road. It's a three-prong play. Writing: You're intrigued. Recording: It brings it to life. And then you want to share it.

Guys will take one pair of jeans, five T-shirts and three pair of socks and that'll get you by for 10 weeks.

Don't waste your time away thinkin' 'bout yesterday's blues.

There's not a platinum record hanging in my house anywhere. It doesn't exist here. I'm over it. They're all in the garage, wrapped up in bubblewrap.

Some of my best friends are gay guys, and they said, "You're so straight, we're not interested."