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.

My health and my family are the core of my being.

I can't sing a love song Like the way it's meant to be Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore But baby, that's just me

I don´t know where I´m going, only God knows where I´ve been.

I try to explain that to my kids - the experience of going to a record store, flipping through racks and finding that album cover that intrigues you - but my kids don't want to know about it. They download the one song on the album they like, and pay their 99 cents.

I was just another long-haired teenage kid with visions of grandeur, strumming a tennis racket or a broom in front of his bedroom mirror.

Heaven looks a lot like New Jersey.