To be part of what you're singing about is somewhat painful. You've got to climb inside it all.

Running down on a way of life our fighting men have fought and died to keep. If you don't love it, leave it.

Lay in the weeds and wait, and when you get your chance to say something, say something good.

The only thing that I miss lately in all music is somebody that will put out a melody that you can whistle. It doesn't seem like there's anything happening like that.

In 1960, when I came out of prison as an ex-convict, I had more freedom under parolee supervision than there's available... in America right now.

If I had a choice, and there was a "Y" in the road, I would always take the one that was more fun as opposed to the one that might make me more money.

My 10 year old son likes it. He's trying to play guitar and everything. He likes that kind of music.